So Brian Carter lay down on the ground, and under the surprised gazes of many people, knelt and kissed the earth beneath his feet.

There were no complicated emotions, nor any overwhelming patriotism; Brian Carter simply wanted to bid farewell with a kiss to this land he might never set foot on again.

The plane took off. Watching everything familiar shrink rapidly until it was covered by clouds and could no longer be seen, Brian Carter finally withdrew his gaze.

It was time to look forward.

After all, there was no way back.

But as Brian Carter looked ahead, his gaze was somewhat lost, especially when he set foot in England after more than a decade away—he felt a bit nervous inside.

Everything had gone smoothly getting on the plane, but would things go as smoothly getting off? Although Brian Carter had confidence in David Thompson, he still couldn’t help but worry. It wasn’t until the immigration officer stamped his passport that his worries finally disappeared completely.

There are no ID cards in the UK. Although the British government once planned and even tried to implement an ID card system, the decision was soon scrapped.

A birth certificate, driver’s license, passport, and bank statement are enough to prove a British citizen’s identity, and since Brian Carter had a passport and a bank card, it meant David Thompson had already sorted out his nationality issue.

Leaving the airport, Brian Carter had truly arrived in the UK, and his most important task at the moment was to buy a phone and get a SIM card; otherwise, his uncertainty about the future would only continue.

Although he had been away for eleven years, Brian Carter had grown up in the UK, so of course he had no language problems—he still spoke with a pure and fluent London accent.

After buying a phone, Brian Carter pondered whether he should call the UK number in his contacts first, or call all five numbers one by one.

This seemed like a simple question, but from the moment he got the contact list until now, Brian Carter still hadn’t made up his mind, because there were pros and cons to each option. Now that he could make calls, he had to decide quickly.

In the end, Brian Carter decided to call each number in turn. At the very least, he needed to find out whether the people in the contact list his father left him could still be reached.

The first call was to a number in the Netherlands. Last time, David Thompson had intercepted this number, but this time there was no obstruction, and soon, the call was connected.

“Hello.”

A gentle female voice said something in Dutch. With a bit of nervousness, Brian Carter said in a deep voice, “Hello, I’m looking for Felice.”

The woman on the phone switched to English, sounding puzzled: “Sorry, I think you may have dialed the wrong number?”

Brian Carter said quietly, “That’s possible. May I ask how long you’ve had this number?”

“A long time, at least five or six years.”

“Oh, then I really did dial the wrong number. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye.”

Brian Carter hung up and mentally crossed out the first contact—this number was no longer useful.

The second contact was in the UK, but Brian Carter decided to call the UK number last, because he was in the UK, and if he could get in touch, the most likely outcome would be to seek out this person. So Brian Carter called the second number, which was in the US, and it was a landline.

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Mike Smith.”

“Mr. Mike Smith? If this isn’t a prank, I should tell you he passed away three years ago.”

The call was disconnected. Brian Carter was stunned for a moment, then dialed the third number, which was in Poland. This time, he also hung up quickly, because it was simply a dead number.

The fourth call, Brian Carter dialed to Hong Kong. This time it wasn’t a dead number, and someone answered, but a man chattered away for a long time and Brian Carter didn’t understand a word. When he spoke English, it was clear the person on the other end didn’t understand either.

Regardless of whether the person who answered was the one he was looking for, Brian Carter decided not to try again, because it was clear they couldn’t communicate at all. Whether the other party truly didn’t understand or was pretending, this number was no longer of any use.

Only the last number remained. Brian Carter was truly anxious as he dialed, afraid that the greatest legacy his father had left him had already lost all meaning.

He dialed, and the call was quickly answered by an older-sounding man.

“Good evening. Who is this?”

Brian Carter took a breath and said quietly, “Hello, I’m looking for Mr. John Jones.”

The person on the other end was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, “This is he. Who are you?”

Brian Carter took a deep breath, then said in a slightly trembling voice, “I am James Yang’s son.”

This time, the silence lasted even longer.

At least ten seconds passed before John Jones finally said in a low voice, “James Yang? That James Yang? I don’t recall knowing this person, let alone his son.”

Brian Carter felt his heart sink, then after a moment’s thought, he said quietly, “He also went by the name Yang Sheng. He asked me to call this number. He left it a long time ago.”

John Jones was silent for another moment, then finally said, “I remember him now. So, what do you want from me?”

“Yes, but I think it would be best if we could meet and talk.”