Minghao Martial Arts School.
The pale green plastic floor was in disarray, shattered and desolate, with fragments scattered everywhere, exposing the cement beneath.
The ten clashes just now were extremely perilous.
Explosive power, bodies colliding—each impact stronger than the last, until the once pristine plastic flooring was left tattered and ruined.
Moreover.
The blasts in the air were so loud that even nearby motorcycles began to buzz and vibrate.
If the two continued to fight recklessly, it would surely cause intense tremors and once again incite panic among the nearby residents and pedestrians.
Huff.
Huff.
Lian Bu panted heavily, visibly tense, and hurriedly stepped forward. "Master?"
Lucy Han, her round face as soft and fair as a goose egg, tiptoed and pushed open the bedroom door. Her big, watery eyes spotted her brother Andrew Han sitting steadily on the sofa.
"Brother's home!"
Lucy Han widened her eyes, tilting her head with delight.
What fortuitous encounters?
What malicious schemes?
If anyone dares to get involved with him again, he'll tear off all pretenses on the spot.
"Lucy, why aren't you asleep yet?" Andrew Han asked with a smile.
"Master... you, you?" Lian Bu blinked, confused. Why was his master in such a good mood?
Hmph.
Lu Zhengyang put away his phone, his gaze deep and thoughtful, and spoke slowly.
"Do you really think Han Dong forced me to retreat again and again? I was merely sparing his dignity, so that he wouldn't feel humiliated and bear a grudge against me for it."
"Therefore."
"It's necessary to hold back appropriately."
With that,
He glanced at the ruined floor beneath his feet and sighed, "Contact a renovation company immediately and get this area repaired as soon as possible."
"Yes!" Lian Bu's eyes lit up as he answered excitedly.
He knew it—his master wasn't like ordinary martial artists; how could he possibly be at a disadvantage? No matter how talented Han Dong was, he couldn't last a single round against Master.
Master Lu Zhengyang was truly far-sighted.
Andrew Han tidied up his bedding, then leisurely took out his phone, replied to Victor Dong on WeChat, and glanced at his QQ messages. (Note: QQ is another widely-used Chinese messaging app, akin to AOL Instant Messenger or Facebook Messenger.)
Thinking this, Lian Bu crouched down, casually tearing off two strips of ruined plastic flooring. Unable to resist, he looked toward his master heading for the front door and curiously asked, "Master, how much strength did you use just now?"
Swish.
Lu Zhengyang casually threw on the jacket lying at the front desk, not turning around. He simply chuckled with leisure, "About sixty to seventy percent."
Immediately after,
"Alright, alright, let me send a WeChat message first, then I'll play with you." Andrew Han unlocked his screen and sent two WeChat messages to Victor Dong. (Note: WeChat is a popular Chinese messaging app, similar to WhatsApp.)
"No wonder he's my master."
"He only used sixty to seventy percent of his strength and still managed to fiercely battle Han Dong... Wait, that can't be right. Han Dong is just First Rank! Normally, ten percent should have been enough."
Lian Bu couldn't help but smile wryly and shook his head.
Without realizing it, he had already placed Han Dong on par with martial artists. Though both were First Rank, the difference between him and Han Dong was like heaven and earth, impossible to compare.
"Sigh."
Lian Bu sighed, silently gazing at the ruined floor.
......
Inside Han Dong's home, on the living room sofa.
Bright yellow light illuminated Han Dong's contemplative face.
"Hmm."
"To avoid causing too much shock, I only used about fifty percent of my strength."
"If I went all out, I could have killed Lu Zhengyang. At the very least, if I activated my berserk state, I could have finished him off cleanly."
Thinking this, he blinked.
It must be said, Ning Moli's influence on him was like a gentle spring breeze, subtly and quietly changing Han Dong's ordinary worldview.
Force is not the way to solve problems.
But it is a solution—and the fastest, safest, and most effortless one.
The living room was tranquil, like a mirror-like lake.
In the silent darkness of night, under the bright lights, Han Dong pondered, sorting out his thoughts.
First.
Today, Hong Shi revealed murderous intent and malice, but I have already handled it cleanly—including those two First Rank individuals monitoring my parents and the other confidants in the martial arts school. As for follow-up matters, Qian Gao will take care of them.
Second.
To prevent similar incidents, I went to Minghao Martial Arts School to warn Lu Zhengyang and confirmed his goodwill.
Finally.
I now truly possess the qualifications to enter the martial arts world. As a Second Rank, I am comparable to martial artists, and after breaking through First Rank, I can match them—and I've gained a kind of intuitive, mystical sense.
At this moment, Han Dong was organizing his gains and changes.
Creak.
Xiao Qian, her round face as soft and fair as a goose egg, tiptoed and pushed open the bedroom door. Her big, watery eyes spotted her brother Han Dong sitting steadily on the sofa.
"Brother's home!"
Xiao Qian widened her eyes, tilting her head with delight.
Creak.
She gently closed the door, then ran into the living room with quick little steps and dove into Han Dong's arms.
Han Dong had come home late today, as he first had to warn Lu Zhengyang and communicate with the authorities. There were also tedious procedures for transferring Hong Shi's assets.
"Xiao Qian, why aren't you asleep yet?" Han Dong asked with a smile.
Seeing his sister pouting, Han Dong's hidden murderous intent instantly vanished. He felt as if the living room lights grew brighter, filling the space with warmth.
"Hee hee."
Xiao Qian lay across Han Dong's legs, timidly touching her fingers together.
"Because, because..." Xiao Qian blinked twice and whispered, "Because I drank a whole bottle of Qichao. It was so bitter, not tasty at all."
Han Dong was speechless: "..."
If it tasted so bad, why drink coffee at all?
Besides, that's Nestlé!
Not Qichao!
Well, that's it—tonight will surely be a sleepless night. Han Qian won't be able to sleep, she'll be restless and energetic, and I won't get any rest either.
Oh well.
After everything that happened today, it's hard to fall asleep anyway.
Han Dong pursed his lips, took out his phone, and planned to ask Dong Quhan when his driver's license would be ready.
Whoosh!
A plump, fair little hand shot out, slapping at the phone.
Han Dong quickly raised his left palm, looking in surprise at his little sister Xiao Qian's unhappy face. "What's wrong?"
"Play with me," she said, aggrieved.
"Alright, alright, let me send a WeChat message first, then I'll play with you." Han Dong unlocked his screen and sent two WeChat messages to Dong Quhan.
Unexpectedly,
Within three seconds, Dong Quhan replied respectfully. His attitude had changed dramatically from before—now more cautious, with a hint of reverence.
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Oh?
So fast?
Han Dong narrowed his eyes, a flash of surprise in his gaze.
It seemed that news of me killing the martial artist Hong Shi and warning Lu Zhengyang had already reached those with sharp ears and eyes.
In just a few short months,
I've gained a certain degree of deterrence.
Borrowing momentum, relying on my master's reputation, is now a thing of the past.
"Heh."
A calm, confident smile curved at Han Dong's lips. Unmoved by joy or sorrow, he was the picture of a frosty, composed martial artist, just about to reply to Dong Quhan.
Slap!
A fair little hand gently patted Han Dong's right cheek.
Time seemed to freeze.
The light seemed to solidify.
His indifferent expression instantly crumbled, replaced by darkness. Han Dong tossed aside his phone and earnestly lectured, "Xiao Qian, this isn't good. You need to know, you can't just hit someone's face—there can be serious consequences."
You need to understand—
If anyone else dared to slap his cheek, he'd definitely smash their head in!
Of course, to maintain his image as an older brother and avoid scaring Xiao Qian, Han Dong didn't reveal this truth.
"Hmph, bad brother."
Xiao Qian glared with big eyes, grumbling unhappily, "Brother, you said anything that belongs to me I can hit, so why can't I? Brother belongs to Xiao Qian."
"Uh..." Han Dong was at a loss for words.
He thought back and realized he probably had said that.
A child's growth depends entirely on the guidance of those around them. Maybe I should read some books on educating children—otherwise, a careless word could lead to Han Qian developing the wrong ideas.
"Bad brother."
Xiao Qian glared fiercely at Han Dong.
Huff.
Huff.
She snorted angrily twice, then crawled over to the side of the sofa, turning her little head away as if she didn't want to pay attention to Han Dong. Yet her small eyes occasionally peeked at him, betraying her true feelings.
Han Dong was stunned, then overjoyed.
If Xiao Qian was left to her own devices, who knows how long she'd stay up—this was perfect.
"Han Qian, you're a good little sister." He gazed at her tilted head, sighing inwardly, then leapt up and returned to his own bedroom.
Rustle, rustle.
Han Dong tidied up his bedding, then leisurely took out his phone, replied to Dong Quhan on WeChat, and glanced at his QQ messages.
Sure enough.