Southland University, Student Activity Center.
Monica Zhang wore a black wool sweater underneath, wrapped in a snow-white down jacket. Her face looked even more crystalline, her skin as clear as water and clouds—almost like little Qian.
"Hm?"
"Why buy a car? Don’t you already have one?"
The girl muttered in surprise, her bright eyes fixed on the screen.
Something’s off.
Normally, he’s the type who ends a topic with a ten Sinoveran dollar QQ red packet, yet now he’s talking about buying a car—on top of already having one.
But thinking back to two weeks ago, when Andrew Han bought gifts for his grandparents worth several thousand Sinoveran dollars—if she hadn’t stopped him, it might have been tens of thousands... Monica couldn’t help but hold her phone, pressing her lips together, feeling as if it weighed a hundred pounds.
Could Andrew Han be buying a car for me?
But we’re not at that stage yet.
Besides, we’ve only just started university—why buy a car? Monica wasn’t interested in cars; no matter how good, it didn’t matter. What mattered was... who she was with.
"Andrew Han."
Monica’s eyes flashed with color as she carefully replied: "I’m usually on campus, walking is fine. Besides, buying a car is a big deal—we should think it over."
The next moment.
Andrew Han replied: "You can walk if you want, I won’t stop you."
?
Monica’s bright eyes froze.
Andrew Han continued: "I’m planning to buy a car with top acceleration, for traveling around. It needs at least a six-hundred-kilometer range. Do you have any suggestions?"
!
Monica pinched her fair, tender cheeks twice.
Always the same topic-ender—turns out she was just being self-indulgent... Monica felt both embarrassed and somewhat relieved.
After a while.
Monica, having adjusted her mindset, typed a reply: "I don’t really have any suggestions. Maybe you could look it up online?"
"Mm."
Andrew Han replied with a single character.
In fact, he was also considering what type to choose... a comfortable sedan, a spacious SUV, or a flashy sports car.
The female martial artist Tan Li, whom he’d met earlier, drove a Porsche sports car.
But that was different from carrying out missions.
If an emergency task came up, he might need to reach the edge of Southvale Province, hundreds of kilometers away, in a short time.
"Hmm."
"I’ll ask Carter Yan in a bit. For now, I’ll send Monica a red packet." Andrew Han smiled and sent a two-hundred Sinoveran dollar red packet.
Whoosh.
After Monica claimed it, her face froze.
Since meeting Andrew Han, she’d never received such a large red packet; she couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous.
What’s going on?
Did Andrew Han just sleep and wake up weird?
"?" The girl sent a question mark, then asked, "Are you okay? Why are you sending me red packets?"
Ding-dong.
The second red packet arrived, named: I’m rich.
Monica stared blankly: "Stop sending them, did something happen to you?"
Ding-dong.
The third red packet: I’m willful... Immediately followed by the fourth: It’s fine, no need to worry... And finally the fifth: I only chat with red packets.
Huh?
Sleeping like this, there’s definitely something wrong.
Monica pressed her hand to her forehead, thought for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you?"
Ding-dong.
The sixth red packet: Dorm room.
Monica pressed her lips together and replied instantly, "I don’t believe you. Dare to video call?"
Ding-dong.
The seventh red packet: Don’t dare.
Monica took a slow breath, bit her pearly white teeth, sent a video invitation, and nervously stared at the dark phone screen.
Will he answer?
He’s not outside, is he... Ding-dong, the QQ video connected, and Andrew Han’s puzzled face appeared on screen: "What’s up?"
"You really are in the dorm."
Monica murmured a couple of sentences, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately felt a strange happiness.
"Of course, if I’m not in the dorm, where else would I be?" Andrew Han asked, speechless, his left arm resting under his head as he looked at the screen in comfort.
In the video, Monica’s cheeks were tinged with red.
Her clear, water-like eyes seemed unable to look directly, flickering like stars set in the night sky, shining with color.
They chatted a bit more before ending the video call.
"Hmm."
"Life is pretty good," Andrew Han sighed, rare for him, before dialing Carter Yan’s number to ask about his plans.
The two of them both took part in the defense unit and were quite familiar with each other.
Therefore.
Andrew Han planned to consult Carter Yan about his choice of transportation.
Southvale Province covers a vast area. Fortunately, Southvale City is centrally located to the west. If driving at full speed, reaching the edge of the province wouldn’t take much time.
"Full speed driving."
"The closer to the provincial border, the fewer vehicles there are; reaching a speed of four hundred kilometers per hour shouldn’t be a problem." Andrew Han mused silently.
A speed of four hundred kilometers per hour is incredibly terrifying.
The view ahead would become blurred; even professional racers would only attempt such speeds on a dedicated track. On a highway, no one would dare be so reckless.
One careless move, and it’s a fatal crash.
If an accident happens, there’s no chance of survival.
But for martial artists within the defense unit, a mere four hundred kilometers per hour isn’t dangerous at all. If something goes wrong, they could easily leave the vehicle.
Provided there’s no one around—
Stopping the car by hand, braking with feet, all are ordinary things.
"Hahaha, you don’t know yet?" Carter Yan’s laughter came through the phone, "Once you officially join the defense unit, you get a dedicated vehicle."
Dedicated vehicle?
Andrew Han asked in confusion, "I asked Team Leader Wang before, and he told us to handle it ourselves."
Carter Yan chuckled, "Back then, Team Leader Wang thought we weren’t qualified to officially join yet, but now it’s different. In the defense unit, the Martial Arts Alliance provides dedicated vehicles. Of course, you can also apply to buy a helicopter, as long as you cover the cost."
"By the way."
"The top speed of the dedicated vehicle is about five hundred kilometers per hour, and a full tank of 95-octane gasoline can go about eight hundred kilometers."
Five hundred kilometers?
Andrew Han’s face was full of astonishment.
Even someone who knows nothing about cars understands that ordinary vehicles have a top speed of just over a hundred kilometers per hour; anything over two hundred is considered impressive.
The speedometer range is just theoretical.
In actual driving, reaching the top speed is almost impossible... Even sports cars known for their acceleration can’t reach five hundred kilometers per hour!
"Five hundred kilometers? Per hour?"
Andrew Han couldn’t help but ask, shocked.
If he remembered correctly, even high-speed trains only go up to two hundred kilometers per hour. Compared to that, five hundred seemed utterly unbelievable.
"Is our Sinoveran auto industry really that advanced?" Andrew Han asked again, feeling a bit dazed.
On the other end of the phone.
"You really didn’t know?" Carter Yan shook his head with a laugh. "Sinoveran technology is already at the global forefront; manufacturing isn’t the hard part—the real challenge is the driver."
"Even if mass-produced, who could drive them?"
"Even if developed, what’s the point? Without extremely sharp senses and a strong physique, just the acceleration alone would make an ordinary person dizzy."
After saying this.
He didn’t rush to hang up, continuing to chat with Andrew Han, describing some tech products made exclusively for martial artists, leaving Andrew utterly astonished.
Some things, ordinary people simply can’t use.
Without martial artists, these inventions would be pointless—like several-ton steel machine guns, alloy-forged jacket hems, and steel rings with razor-sharp edges.
Countless examples.
All kinds of varieties.
Andrew Han was dumbfounded and asked in amazement, "How did you find out?"
Hearing all this, Andrew Han realized just how little he knew—he was unaware of the fusion between the martial arts world and modern technology.
The next moment.
"Of course you don’t know. I’ve participated in border missions several times," Carter Yan chuckled. "Some hot weapons designed for martial artists, when wielded by someone at the Martial Adept stage, can even heavily injure those at the Martial General stage!"
Unfortunately.
The technological assistance is just the icing on the cake.
Once you reach the Martial General stage, hot weapons can barely harm you, and once you advance to the Martial Lord stage, you can ignore all modern hot weapons—beyond imagination!
Missile strikes can’t even target you.
Armor-piercing rounds can’t hit you either.
Unless you use the ultimate trump card of technology—nuclear and hydrogen bombs—and confine a Martial Lord to a narrow area... only then could you kill one.
"Oh."
"What does the dedicated vehicle look like?" Andrew Han pondered for a moment, a bit worried it wouldn’t suit his tastes.
Carter Yan chuckled, "Pure black, pretty much like a regular car."
Andrew Han sighed, "Well, that’s fine too."
He had hoped to buy a flashy, luxurious car to fulfill his youthful dreams, but since the defense unit provides a dedicated vehicle with such terrifying performance, there was no need to buy another.
"By the way."
He asked, "What brand is the vehicle?"
A moment later, Carter Yan’s low laughter came through the phone, "Sinoveran brand—Hongqi LA."
——
The next noon.
Andrew Han spent the whole morning practicing the Mountain Pillar stance; his muscles and bones rang, his blood boiled, and even his internal power grew a bit stronger. Only then did he take a break and arrange to have lunch with Zhang Meng.
He thought.
The university cafeteria should be called lunch, but Zhang Meng stubbornly insisted on calling it luncheon.
Crack!
Andrew Han swung his right arm a couple of times; as he did, the air vibrated, causing the airflow in the dorm room to scatter like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.
Even the quilt on the bed was flipped up at one corner.
"This strong?"
"I can feel my physical strength skyrocketing... Although my internal power hasn’t changed, the improvement in blood quality still gives my martial level an extraordinary boost."
He narrowed his eyes, a look of anticipation flashing across them.
The effect of the gray-white airflow was so absurd it defied imagination; even in the martial arts world, it was unheard of.
"Fortunately."
"If I hadn’t had abundant gray-white airflow back then, I couldn’t have built such a ridiculous foundation. Thank goodness for Aunt Lin’s help, and for Master Ning Moli’s support."
Thinking of this, Andrew Han felt deeply grateful.
Repay every kindness, settle every grievance—this had always been his principle... So, when the ten billion Sinoveran yuan loan arrived, Andrew Han immediately transferred it to Aunt Lin, solving her urgent needs without a moment’s hesitation.
Swish!
Andrew Han flicked his fingers.
The tip of his finger shot out, faintly swirling with energy, instantly striking the pale yellow dorm curtain—almost tearing it.
Seeing this, he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
Too strong.
He really was too strong!
Shaking his head in wonder, Andrew Han threw on his windbreaker and left the dorm: "I used to dream of gaining incredible martial power, but without realizing it, I’ve already become incredible."
Stronger.
Even stronger.
Then he could protect all these beautiful things.
But for now—
The defense unit protecting Jiangnan Province, hunting down monsters and demons to ensure social stability and people's lives, was already in operation... In just three months, the Supreme Genius Tournament, gathering countless martial sect prodigies, awaited his ascent... And the girl reunited from a past life was probably hungry, eagerly waiting for him.
"This is how my life should be."
Andrew Han strode briskly toward the dorm building where Zhang Meng lived.
……
Moments later.
Wearing a deep blue windbreaker, Andrew Han could already see the dorm building from afar, and spotted Zhang Meng in a white down jacket, a smile on her lips as she walked toward him.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The biting cold wind blew, carrying the chill of winter.
Zhang Meng wore the hood of her down jacket, her feet in milky-white snow boots, standing with Xu Jiawei. When she saw Andrew Han, she smiled softly, her eyes shining.
"Over here!"
The girl waved her arm excitedly.
Xu Jiawei, standing next to her, glanced over enviously. Ever since she learned of Andrew Han’s terrifying wealth from Sun Haoxin, her attitude had completely changed.
Before,
she’d thought Zhang Meng’s taste was pretty ordinary.
But now,
she was utterly envious—even a little awed.
"Zhang Meng, you’re wearing so much, but your face is still so red from the cold?" Andrew Han smiled as he approached, stopping about four or five meters away and greeting her.
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Zhang Meng was just about to speak.
Vroom!
A deep engine roar echoed all around.
Like a tiger roaring in the forest, a crimson sports car traced a winding path, moving from the roadside, spinning twice, and seemed about to crash into Zhang Meng and Xu Jiawei.
"Huh?"
"Courting death!!"
Andrew Han’s pupils contracted; he felt no panic, only a surge of rage.
As a peak Martial Adept, his internal power was overwhelming. The sudden acceleration of a mere car couldn’t shake him—he could block it with a casual palm, without even using his internal force.
But to try to hit Zhang Meng?
That was like a foolish beast provoking a giant.
With a gentle slap, Andrew Han could shatter the car—at best, it would fly off into the nearby woods; at worst, it would explode on the spot.
"The iron rule of the martial arts world."
"Well, I’ll just push Xu Jiawei aside, then take the chance to hold Zhang Meng—hold her tight... Heh heh." Andrew Han calmly stepped forward, moving with ease; there was no sound of wind, no visible sign of power.
However—
He had just reached Zhang Meng and hadn’t made a move yet.
Screech!
The crimson BMW I8 suddenly stopped, its tires leaving four black streaks—evidence of fierce acceleration and a perfectly timed drift.
Then—
The car door swung upward, and out stepped a young man dressed simply yet elegantly.
"Heh."
"Did I scare you?"
The young man had a lean face and tousled hair, giving off a distinctly sinister vibe. He walked straight up to Xu Jiawei.
"You, you—" Xu Jiawei’s face turned pale with anger, pointing at the young man.
Clearly,
the two knew each other.
"What about me?" The young man tilted his head, staring at Xu Jiawei as he leisurely adjusted his luxurious outfit. "Sorry, you probably won’t believe it, but it’s true—"
"If you have money,"
"you really can do whatever you want."