After an indeterminate amount of time, "Canglong" finally regained consciousness. His head felt as though it was about to burst apart, pain throbbing at every inch of his body, as if he had been struck by a fighter jet. Even so, he bore the pain without uttering a sound. He had been subjected to the most stringent of training in Huaxia, and such pain was insufficient to shatter his steadfast will.

Slowly, he flicked open his heavy eyelids, his eyes suddenly shining with a sharpness that was akin to a captivating bolt of lightning. Perhaps he had been asleep for too long, the sudden brightness caused a sharp pain in his eyes.

After a brief period of adjustment, he immediately took stock of his surroundings. Years of facing life-threatening situations had ingrained in him the habit of first observing his environment. To formulate a corresponding response based on the surroundings was something he often did in his missions.

Looking at the various machines and equipment, and the drip bottle hanging beside him, he could confirm that he was in a hospital ward. Judging from the luxurious interior of the room, this must be a high-end or special care ward.

"Am I actually alive?" That was his first thought! He survived such a blast? Could it be that he was saved after being seriously injured?

He wanted to laugh, to burst into wild laughter, even unable to believe his own luck. Did the old saying really hold true—the good die young while the wicked live long? Was he considered wicked? Probably. At least to his enemies, he was definitely a menace.

He shook his heavy head, checking to see if he was dreaming. But with that movement, the pain in his head was amplified, as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing his brain. Even a person like him found this deep-seated agony unbearable. He could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to suppress any sound. Along with this excruciating pain, fragments of alien memories flooded his mind, memories that did not belong to him.

This inexplicable pain, like a summer thunderstorm, surged forth swiftly and receded just as quickly. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, it exhausted his remaining strength, leaving him feeling as if he'd been soaked in water, close to fainting.

When he recovered from the severe pain, the chaotic memories in his head had become clear—Xu Shaotang, the name of the owner of these unfamiliar memories.

Instinctively, he glanced at his arm that was still full of tubes, and his eyes flashed with shock. This was definitely not his arm! His arm should have been muscular, full of explosive power, whereas this delicate and fair arm was obviously of the pampered young master from his memories.

This discovery made him nervous. Despite the pain, he propped himself up and approached the mirror beside him.

A completely unfamiliar face met his eye, the face that belonged to the "Xu Shaotang" from his memories. Only now, the face was full of bruisings and swollen like a pig's head, with a circle of gauze around it.

"Clunk......"

He collapsed back onto the bed, too stunned to even remember the pain on his body.

What was happening? Why was his soul in the body of this spoiled rich kid? Soul transfer? Or soul transmigration? At this moment, even he who had undergone rigorous training became unsettled.

Anyone would be disconcerted if they encountered an unbelievable event like this. Although, due to his unique status, he has heard a lot of extraordinary stories that ordinary people have never heard of, and he has seen too many strange things that can't be explained by science, he has never encountered such a bizarre phenomenon as soul transfer, which completely exceeds his cognition!

His name should not be Xu Shaotang, his codename should be "Canglong" or Azure Dragon; he has even forgotten his real name. To him, "Canglong" is his name. Also, the other four people, like him, don't have names, their codenames are respectively "Jinhu"

Golden Tiger

, "Tie Bao"

Iron Leopard

, "Huo Niao"

Firebird

, and "Baoyu"

Storm

.

They all belong to the most powerful and the most mysterious unit of the Huaxia military - the "Enforcer".

Those aware of this organization's existence, besides its few members, definitely don't exceed ten; it also includes the founder of the organization! The few who are privy to their existence are without exception figures whose power can shake the entire country of Huaxia.

A few days ago, he was given a mission to destroy the enemy's gene warrior laboratory on an uninhabited island in the Pacific. However, after a few days of sneaking around, he successfully infiltrated the lab only to find that it was a total trap! There was no gene warrior laboratory mentioned in the intelligence; there were only two small nuclear bombs prepared for him!

Although the five members of the "Enforcer" all have impressive power, in the face of a nuclear bomb, any powerful force is futile!

Of course, he knew he was being framed. However, none of those aware of the existence of this organization seemed to have any reason to take his life. Those people were all the country's veterans; how would they assassinate a member of the "Enforcer"? Other than those people with their vast networks, who else could it be? How did they know about his existence? Why did they go to such lengths to destroy him?

While he was pondering these matters, the door of the ward was flung open. What followed was a woman, looking only to be in her 30s, stumbling into the room. She was beautiful; time didn't leave many traces on her face. Even in her current distraught state, she couldn't hide her charming allure.

Had it been anyone else, they might have been captivated by the allure of this woman. However, "Canglong" knew that this woman was actually 46 years old. She just aged well, making her appear in her early thirties.

Why was he so certain about her age? Because this woman was the mother of the current body he was in - Fang Lan.

"Shaotang, are you awake? You're really awake?" Fang Lan looked at her son who was looking at her wide-eyed, and was struck as if by lightning. She gazed unbelievably at him as tears started to fall. Once she composed herself, with her tears of joy still not wiped away, she quickly grabbed her son's hand and continuously muttered prayers under her breath.

Reacting to her touch, he instinctively wanted to pull his hand away. However, he abruptly remembered that he was no longer the powerful "Canglong". He was Xu Shaotang, a famous playboy, a notorious and rich second generation!

Maybe due to the lack of mother's love all these years, or because the remnants of Xu Shaotang's soul were troubling him, he eventually held back from pulling his hand away.

Since Fate has given him a new lease on life, he decided to live well. This current identity was undoubtedly of immense use in investigating the conspiracy against him. No one would guess that the powerful "Canglong" had become a playboy. Maybe to some people his life wasn't worth much, but he should value it. Anyone who wished for his life had to be ready to face his retaliation!

Maybe the enemy he was about to confront might be beyond his imagination, but he would still strike back!

Xu Shaotang opened his mouth, but he still wasn't able to pronounce the word "mom". This title was too foreign to him! From his earliest memories, this word had never existed in his mind, and he had no idea what so-called maternal love was.

Fang Lan didn't notice her son's abnormality, but excitedly shouted out the door: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly, my son has awakened..."

As the sound of hurried footsteps approached, several doctors entered the room. They gazed in disbelief at Xu Shaotang, whose eyes were wide open!

This was someone who had been sentenced to death by all the hospital's specialists. If not for the great amount of money that the Xu family had spent, they wouldn't even have bothered to treat him! When he was brought to the hospital, he had already been beaten beyond recognition, his entire body was bleeding internally, and he had severe concussion. How could he possibly survive?

A few doctors examined Xu Shaotang with awe, quietly exchanged their opinions, and finally, an older doctor spoke up: "Madam Xu, I'm very glad to inform you that Young Master Xu has overcome the danger to his life, and his internal organs are rapidly recovering at an unprecedented speed. We believe that he will be discharged from the hospital soon!"

As a doctor for many years, he had never seen such a miracle. Not only did someone who was supposed to die survive, but his seriously damaged organs were now recovering at an astonishing speed. If he wasn't an atheist, he would think that this young master had been granted divine protection!

On hearing that her son was out of danger, all the gloom on Fang Lan's face disappeared, and the tears in her eyes didn't stop for a moment. If she had lost her son, she didn't think she would continue to live. These days, she'd even started thinking about how to die!

Looking at Fang Lan's expression, Xu Shaotang sighed. The saying "indulgent mothers often raise unsuccessful sons" rang true. Not even needing to sort through his memories, he could guess that the downfall of Xu Shaotang was probably due to her overindulgence!

Strict teachers produce outstanding students, and hard discipline breeds filial children! This was what that old man who had taught him the "Dragon Commandment" often said. Now thinking about it, it seemed to be true.

Were it not for his soul occupying this body, this young man would have probably gone to meet the King of Hell. Should he thank Xu Shaotang, or should Xu Shaotang thank him? Two people doomed to die are alive in a strange way. It must be fate.

Footsteps were heard outside the door again. Xu Shaotang looked up and gave a bitter smile. The visitor was none other than Xu Shaotang's father, Xu Wenzheng!