The young man glanced at Fuxi and nodded immediately: "Of course, that is Fuxi, the leader of the Dark Dragon, a member of the Dragon Kingdom government. My father mentioned it to me back then."
"Yes, my memory is good."
The middle-aged man praised him and looked at the young man with a proud smile on his face. He immediately scolded him angrily: "You have a good memory, so you have to put some thought into practicing. You are often tinkered with useless things. Your own strength is the foundation, otherwise you won’t have any foothold in the family in the future.”
The young man's smiling face suddenly fell, and he said stubbornly: "We are in the 21st century now. In the era of high technology, there is no need for such strenuous practice. If the kung fu is not enough, technology can make up for it."
Snapped!
A big hand suddenly fell on the young man's head, causing him to come into close contact with the table, and his words stopped abruptly.
"Ah~" The young man suddenly let out a scream, which was completely unprepared.
Kaka~
The edge of the wooden table suddenly made an overwhelming sound of shattering, and with a pop, a large piece was missing.
The young man held his head and lowered his head, which was extremely aggrieved.
Hum~
The middle-aged man retracted his right hand and snorted heavily: "Technology is an external force after all, and your own strength is the foundation of life. You cannot become a truly strong person by relying on external forces. I asked you to train me well, but you are disobedient. It seems that When you go back, you must be grounded and allowed to practice well."
"Dad, I'm your biological son." The young man raised his head aggrievedly. The center of his head was red, and a big bump slowly bulged, and he shouted dissatisfied.
"It is precisely because you are my biological son that I want to make you stronger. I originally brought you here not just to let you know more and arouse your interest in martial arts, but I still didn't expect that you would You are so incompetent. I really think that my family can protect you for the rest of your life. It seems that I have to let you truly experience life and death. If you don't experience death, you will never know how to be strong." The middle-aged man said with a sharp look in his eyes, hating that iron cannot become steel. .
"Ah?" Fear suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes, and he begged: "Father, please don't, I want to be free for two more years."
"It's settled." The middle-aged man said sternly with a stern face, his eyes as sharp as knives, which made the young man slowly lower his head, dejected. He also knew that once his father made a decision, he would never change it.
This time, he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man's appearance and couldn't help but sigh silently. If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't bother to bother so much.
Zhuang Ming's eyes drifted to the center of the venue, his eyes fluctuated, and he waved to an old man standing behind him. The old man stepped forward and respectfully whispered: "Master of the family."
The middle-aged man frowned, as if he had thought of something: "By the way, I remember Fuxi said last time that Zhuang Ming was going to set up a training camp, right? I didn't seem to care at the time. I contacted Fuxi again after this matter. , I want more detailed information, maybe it can really surprise our clan."
"Yes, head of the family." The old man was stunned and glanced at Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue with a strange look: "I will contact Fuxi later."
The young man secretly raised his head and looked at his father, his eyes darting around. Then he looked at Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue, wondering what he was planning.
This middle-aged man is the head of an ancient martial arts family, the Xie family.
This young man turned out to be his youngest son, Xie Chen.
At the same time, it was not far from Xie's table on the second floor, in the northeast corner.
An old man from another ancient martial arts family, the Xiao family, was watching with a smile and also talking in a low voice.
Many people on the first and second floors watched this scene with confidence, as if they were watching a play, watching how Zhuang Ming solved the problem.
Many people showed a very interested attitude, and many people were even very familiar with Zhuang Ming. Their eyes lit up, as if they had some plans.
And just then.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties rushed in with a few people and a gloomy look on his face.
As soon as he saw Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue, he suddenly felt fierce murderous intent.
The old man's aura was rising all over his body, and with every step he took, his murderous intention became stronger. His slightly gray hair automatically followed the aura, and his aura was high.
The three people behind the old man, a middle-aged man and two young people, a man and a woman, also followed closely behind him, with anger on their faces and murderous intent in their eyes.
"It was him who seriously injured Zheng Wen." When the young man behind him saw Zhuang Ming, he immediately shouted.
Upon hearing the young man's words, the old man's aura reached its peak, his eyes suddenly opened angrily, murderous intent surged, and he shouted sternly: "Junior, why did you hurt my grandson for no reason?"
The atmosphere was tense and on the verge of breaking out.
On the fifth floor, the highest floor of the venue, a man in a blue shirt appeared at some point. He was watching everything indifferently, as if he was sizing it up.
An old man in black clothes stood behind the man in green shirt. He looked around at Zhuang Ming and those people with cold eyes, and said sternly: "Master, do you need to stop me? We can't let them ruin Xin." Yue Hotel’s rules!”
"The Liu family." The man in green shirt murmured softly as if he hadn't heard anything, and then replied: "Well, go ahead, don't anger the lone wolf, we can't afford to offend him, we have to be friends, and we will kill decisively. It certainly lives up to its reputation.”
The old man's eyes flickered, looking very surprised. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "Yes, the head of the family."
The figure quickly disappeared behind the man in green shirt.
"Hey~ He's really noisy. He's such a murderous man. He'll kill wherever he goes!" The man in green shirt muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes filled with helplessness.
At the same time, Zhuang Ming's eyes seemed to cross the top level unintentionally.
The venue is circular, surrounded by circular structures, solid wood pavilions, antique, and decorated with modern touches, making it very majestic and extraordinary.
Below, it's difficult to see what's going on above three floors, and the construction is very clever.
But Zhuang Ming accurately locked onto the figure of the man in green shirt.
The man in green shirt was stunned for a moment, and then a kind smile appeared on his face, but he also knew that Zhuang Ming might not be able to see it.
However, with his kind smile, Zhuang Ming nodded slightly and then turned his head.
This made him freeze on the spot and muttered to himself, full of disbelief: "Did you see me? No way. Logically speaking, you can't see here. Even if the sight line is excellent, it is completely impossible."
But why did Zhuang Ming nod to him?
Could it be a cramp or just an accident?
The man in green shirt was a little confused and looked at the scene in the center of the venue.
(End of chapter)
