In the middle of summer, atop one of the tallest mountains, two people of different ages stood together, quietly admiring the scenery as evening approached.The young man had lived there for a long time, training under his Master for many years. Yet there were still so many things he could not understand about the man who had never once harmed him. It had always been that way, ever since his earliest memory of meeting him.The middle-aged man looked at his disciple. "Do you still remember how long you've been here with me?" he asked."If I'm not mistaken, it's been nineteen years," the young man replied while looking at his Master's face.A strong wind blew across the mountain, causing their robes to flutter wildly.The middle-aged man let out a sigh. "So it's already been that long. I never imagined time would pass so quickly. I still remember when you arrived with your Senior Brother. You were only seven or eight years old back then. Now you've grown into a handsome young man, while

As time passed, more and more people gathered around the airport. As one of those involved, Jonathan felt both embarrassed and pressured as people kept pointing at him and whispering behind his back. The short police officer had even taken out a pair of handcuffs to intimidate him, but Jonathan decided to explain everything clearly first."Officer, please allow me to explain," he said. His voice trembled, yet remained firm. "Ever since I was on the plane, I've been wanting a cigarette. As soon as I got off the plane and left the airport, I lit one to calm my nerves. But when I swung my hand, my cigarette accidentally touched a young woman who happened to be walking past me. I swear on anything, it was purely an accident. I never intended to do anything disgraceful."The tall police officer narrowed his eyes as he carefully examined Jonathan's face."You're speaking calmly, and your story makes sense. I don't see any signs that you're lying. But this isn't just about what you say. The

After walking for quite some time, he spotted a modest hotel by the roadside. The building wasn't large, but it looked clean, and its signboard was still brightly lit."At least I can sleep peacefully tonight," he muttered softly as he walked inside.Behind the front desk, a young receptionist in a neat uniform greeted him with a professional smile."Good evening, sir. How may I help you?""I'd like to rent a room for one night," Jonathan replied quickly, hoping he could finally get some rest.The receptionist nodded as she picked up the guest register and a pen."Certainly. May I see your ID card for registration?"Jonathan froze. His face immediately stiffened. He lowered his head for a moment before replying in a quiet voice."I lost my ID card."The receptionist stopped writing and looked at him with raised eyebrows."I'm sorry, sir. Without an ID card, we can't accept any guests. It's hotel policy. Every guest must be registered with a valid form of identification."Jonathan let

Hendy Wiguna was known throughout the Security Department as an extremely stubborn man. A former reconnaissance platoon commander, he had extensive battlefield experience that earned him everyone's respect. Although their captain had once served in the special forces, Hendy had always believed he was no less capable.Today, after being provoked by Jonathan, the newcomer who hadn't even worked a full day yet, his blood boiled. Without a second thought, he threw the strongest punch he could muster."How dare you act so arrogant in front of me!" Hendy shouted, the muscles in his arm bulging.Several other security guards immediately stood up. Some stared in disbelief, while others cheered excitedly."Whoa, that kid's finished!" whispered a skinny guard with a grin."When Hendy makes a move, even street thugs go down, let alone some green rookie!" another shouted enthusiastically, as if watching the main event of a championship fight.Hendy Wiguna's fist shot forward as fast as the wind,

8:00 a.m. The lobby of Dayantara Tower was livelier than usual. Jonathan stood upright at the security post, his security uniform fitting neatly against his body, giving off both authority and a charm that was difficult to ignore. Every movement of his hands as he checked identification cards was calm yet firm, as though he had long been accustomed to military discipline. Several female employees passing by could not hide their admiration. Some deliberately slowed their pace, while others blushed shyly whenever their eyes met Jonathan's. One administrative staff member even pretended to forget her ID card just so she could stand in front of him a little longer. Jonathan, however, remained completely professional. His smile was nothing more than polite, and his eyes stayed focused on enforcing company regulations. To him, duty was duty. No matter how many flirtatious glances or charming smiles came his way, he firmly held onto one principle: the company's security and discipline cou