In the room, Martin asked, "Susie, how did things go?"

Susie replied in detail, "I found the older sister and then found a body in the little sister's room. The body was preserved with salt and only started to smell recently. The little sister smelled it and fainted. The police took the body away."

Martin understood the situation from her slightly incoherent logic and nodded, "Did your dad take you there by taxi?"

Susie shook her head excitedly, "No, my dad took me on his motorcycle, a big one!"

She gestured with her hand, "Zoom zoom...we flew up!"

Martin's eyes flashed with a hint of anger. How could an unreliable father let such a young child ride a motorcycle?

Suppressing his anger, he said, "Your dad taught you some wrong ideas, and you need to understand that some things are not right."

He wanted to say more, but he suddenly realized that this kind of adaptability was more suitable for dealing with the complexity of human nature than adhering to strict rules.

In the future, who would take the time to explain everything to her when she entered society? How could he guarantee that everyone she met would be rule-abiding? What if she met someone unreasonable? Would she always try to reason with them?

By then, it would be too late to learn how to adapt. A person's character would have been firmly established.

Martin massaged his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "Susie..."

However, Susie interrupted him, saying, "Hmm, sometimes dad is wrong, but it doesn’t hurt the big duck."

Martin was confused for a moment, but then he realized that the little girl meant "it's no big deal."

He couldn't help but smile. Susie was still as pure and lovely as ever, even after experiencing so many unreliable things with Kellen. She was now stronger and more agile than before.

Children...can be mischievous as long as it's harmless.

In any case, being a good person is more important than being right. As long as her moral compass is not skewed and she has a sense of awe, everything else will fall into place.

"It's no big deal," Martin gently patted Susie's head and said, "No matter what happens in the future, you can always come to me, your uncle, for help. I will always be your strongest support."

He hoped that she would come to him first, no matter what mistakes she made, instead of growing up and keeping everything to herself.

Susie nodded happily, "Okay!"

She reached out her hand and hugged Martin, whispering, "Uncle Martin, I brought back that female ghost sister."

Martin's spine stiffened. "Where is she?" he asked quietly.

Susie pouted. "She's right behind you, Uncle Martin."

The female ghost had just been released and she glared at Martin with a sinister look on her face. Martin felt a chill run down his spine and the warmth on his face vanished.

Susie continued, "But the female ghost sister doesn't remember anything. Even though it was the killer who killed her, the first person she saw was Cindy."

It was really strange. Did the killer leave the scene while Cindy was still there?

Susie couldn't understand it. The dead soul couldn't remember anything from before. She had to go back to the scene of her murder, find the killer, and help her pick up her memories from the past.

Martin's mouth twitched, "Let's eat first."

He quietly moved to a different spot. Susie nodded and ran inside to brush her teeth. She also greeted Alex, "Hi, Alex, I'm back!"

Alex tilted his head, "Hello, have you eaten?"

Susie was taken aback and deflated, "No, Susie didn't have breakfast today!"

Alex looked shocked, "Oh my god, that's so terrible!"

Susie said, "Yes, isn't it?"

Martin chuckled. Did the little one really thinks there was nothing to eat? Grandma Chloe just said there was no steamed buns and soy milk. He could guarantee that there would definitely be something else to eat.

"If your Grandma Chloe doesn't make steamed buns, she might make an extra bowl of old duck noodles for you. Hurry up and brush your teeth."

Susie regained her motivation and brushed her teeth energetically. Alex flapped his wings and preened his feathers. After cleaning up, he saw Kellen doing push-ups outside and curiously stuck his head out of the fence.

Kellen said, "Nine hundred ninety-nine..."

Alex perked up; he could count too! "One hundred! One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three..."

Kellen ignored the noisy parrot and quietly counted, "One thousand and four, one thousand and five..."

Alex said, "One hundred and six, one hundred and seven..."

Kellen said, "One hundred and eight..."

Ugh! It was one thousand and eight...

Originally, he was counting quickly, but now there was a mischievous parrot distracting him. He was distracted and only managed to count up to twelve hundred when Susie came down for breakfast.

Michael yawned and saw Kellen doing push-ups, which immediately woke him up.

"How long has he been doing it?" Michael grabbed a servant and asked casually.

"Um... it seems like he started around 6,30?" the servant replied.

Michael looked at the time, it was 7 o'clock, and he did a thousand in less than half an hour?

Fake, it must be fake!

Last time they did push-ups, it took two hours to do a thousand.

"Is anyone watching? This guy must be slacking off." Michael said, squatting next to Kellen.

Kellen raised an eyebrow and said, "You think others are like you because you're trash?"

Michael was stimulated and remembered Kellen's arrogant eyes last time he did push-ups.

"If you have the ability, do it in front of me and I'll count! If you don't do less than a thousand in half an hour, I'll...I'll tell my mom!" he said.

Kellen sneered, "You're so old, and you still want to tell your mom."

Michael was angry. He had never won an argument or a fight with Kellen.

"Do it now! What's the use of talking big?" Michael sneered.

Kellen said, "I've counted them."

With that, he started doing push-ups without saying a word.

Years of consistent exercise and high-intensity team training made push-ups really easy for Kellen.

During the chat with Michael just now, he had already rested.

Starting again, the speed was almost as fast as counting down.

Michael widened his eyes, unable to believe it.

It really is...

Sixteen minutes passed, and Kellen had finished the remaining thousand.

In war, the survival rate of physically fit soldiers can differ by 30% from those who are physically unfit.

When Kellen trains soldiers in the team, they can complete more than 1,900 sit-ups or more than 1,600 push-ups in half an hour. (Data source, First International Army "Physical Fitness and Combat Skills" Competition)

Training that is impossible for ordinary people is commonplace in their daily training-after all, war is cruel, and only surviving is important.

Kellen stood up and clapped his hands. "Sixteen minutes, a thousand push-ups," he said.

He glanced contemptuously at Michael, patted his shoulder, said nothing, and seemed to have said everything.

Leaving Michael alone to squat in place, he was lost in the wind.

He didn't believe it. Kellen must be showing off!

He wanted to see what Kellen's hands would be like when he ate later...