Mr. Stone chewed his steak, speaking matter-of-factly, "I invited you to lunch today to chat about the basics of the Martial Arts World. Of course, I can't let ordinary people overhear. Don't worry, I've reserved this entire section—no one will disturb us."
Mr. Stone smiled lightly. "You still can't figure it out? Let me give you an analogy: the real world is like a river channel, while the Martial Arts World is a trickling stream. Of course, the amount of water is limited."
Mr. Stone nodded. "Since that's the case, I shouldn't overstep. First Rank martial artists are allowed to enter the Martial Arts World, but can only handle basic matters. For example, at Honglu Martial Arts Gym, there are two First Rank martial artists who have entered the Martial Arts World and assist me."
Whoosh, whoosh!
Even wearing his cotton pajamas, he could strike with enough force to make his clothes flutter, like a tiger stirring the wind.
Outside the Gourmet Steakhouse.
A pearl-white Porsche Cayenne pulled into a parking space by the entrance.
Gavin quickly introduced, "This is my master, Mr. Stone."
Mr. Stone smiled and nodded. "Sit, please. Let's talk while we eat."
She looked at her mother, Shen Zhi.
Shen Zhi, the picture of an elegant middle-aged woman, wore a knitted sweater. "My precious daughter deserves the best. I don't want you to be confused about real feelings once you're at Southland University."
Gavin replied, his master Mr. Stone is indeed the founder of Honglu Martial Arts Gym.
"Go ahead and eat. We'll talk while we eat." Mr. Stone cut off a piece of steak, chewing thoughtfully, and gestured for Andrew to try some as well.
Mr. Stone was momentarily stunned. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled, "You don't understand the significance of the Martial Arts World. It controls the key aspects of the economy, politics, and military—overshadowing everything else. Even if a martial artist above Third Rank kills someone in broad daylight, it's up to the local martial artists to judge the case."
But Andrew Han always felt that his own strength had already surpassed the thousand-pound mark back at the peak of Third Rank, probably reaching around fifteen hundred pounds.
"Strength is the ultimate weapon."
"Mr. Ning is the city's guardian. You could even call him—the Lord of the City."
As she got out, she took in the stylish restaurant front and muttered to herself, "Gourmet Steakhouse costs nearly a thousand yuan per person. Not bad at all."
Andrew Han, dressed in a light blue T-shirt and jeans, walked to the entrance of the residential complex and saw Gavin King, who had been waiting for quite a while.
"Andrew, my brother."