"What? A strange person appeared near his house? "
In the VIP room of Gruesome Madness, the thirty-five-year-old Wang Hao pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes flashed with an unfathomable light.
He looked at the projected message in front of him and pondered for a while. Then, he picked up a toothpick on the table, broke it with a little force, and threw it into a trash can.
There was no verbal command, just a gesture. On the other side of the screen, the eyes of the five people in camouflage uniforms leaped with a cold murderous look.
"General, we know what to do."
The projection distorted and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa and looked through the huge glass to observe the ring in the distance.
"General …" Next to Wang Hao, an evil man with a long scar on his face slightly bowed and said, "May I ask a question?"
"Ming Kun, is the thing you want to ask about Chen Feiyu?" Wang Hao's face was expressionless.
"Yes." The scar-faced Ming Kun nodded very hard. "I don't understand. Why would you spend so much effort to recruit a five-star martial artist? Why didn't you kidnap his sister? "
Wang Hao's fingers tapped on the sofa's armrest rhythmically. "A five-star martial artist is naturally not worth my effort. As for kidnapping? Does a kidnapped person have any loyalty? "
"General, according to the information, he hasn't improved his strength for three years." Ming Kun gathered his courage and said again, "I'm afraid this person's potential …"
"I know what I'm doing."
Wang Hao waved his hand and interrupted Ming Kun's reminder. There was an incomprehensible smile on his face as he gently flipped through a yellowed notebook that he carried with him.
This was something he found in the house of a drug addict when he was still the captain of the narcotics squad.
What was recorded in it was not some martial arts practice experience, nor was it a martial arts secret book. It was some theoretical research experience of a martial arts professor in a university.
This professor's research direction was the problem of a martial artist's aptitude. In the beginning, it arrogantly mentioned, "Martial arts is a super vast academic literature. Even someone as strong as Song Wendong doesn't dare to claim to have understood all the true meaning of martial arts. At least in the research of a martial artist's aptitude, I have more authority than him! Those who know how to practice don't necessarily know how to research! "
Wang Hao didn't know if this was arrogant or not, but he had never made a mistake when evaluating a person's aptitude of martial arts according to the method recorded in the book.
In other words, there was only half a mistake, and that was Chen Feiyu.
When Wang Hao saw Chen Feiyu for the first time, he found that it was very similar to a martial arts prodigy's bone structure recorded in the notebook.
The professor named this bone: Of Copper of the Sun.
In the professor's record, of the Sun, the bone: Of the bone. Even if they were malnourished when they were young and their bodies were affected, they would not encounter any bottlenecks before they broke through to the comet level.
The professor gave a lot of speculations about the Copper Solar Bones.
Through the notes, Wang Hao knew that martial artists with Copper Solar Constitution, even if they were congenital malnourished, could still have a great ability to make up for it later on. As long as they followed the prescription he had designed to strengthen their foundation, it was still possible for them to enter the Star level or even higher.
Through several observations, Wang Hao could confirm that Chen Feiyu's bone frame was indeed the Copper Solar Bone Frame. He didn't know why, but this man, who should have been soaring, had a bottleneck when he just entered the Meteor level.
Moreover, according to the information, Chen Feiyu had been stuck in this bottleneck for three years. There was no sign of a breakthrough.
A martial artist with Copper Sun. It was amazing how much he could develop in the future.
Wang Hao knew that such a talent must be sincerely submitted. If he used shameless and dirty means to make the other submit temporarily, it was tantamount to burying a time bomb for himself.
Therefore, Wang Hao was very clear that he must make Chen Feiyu sincerely submit. At that time, as long as he found a way to develop the other's potential, it would be equivalent to having a Stellar-level or above martial artist expert in the future.
Wang Hao naturally wouldn't tell anyone about such an important thing.
In the Golden Triangle, Wang Hao's power was not so tyrannical that other forces would not dare to compete with him for talents.
If someone knew and believed that Chen Feiyu had Copper Sun, then all the powerful forces would fight for him.
At that time, if anyone was anxious, Chen Feiyu would probably be killed on the spot.
If I can't get it, others shouldn't think about getting it. There were more than one or two forces in the Golden Triangle that followed this principle.
What's more, the biggest forces might even get more than one Rebirth Pill.
After all, the world was very clear.
The Rebirth Pill didn't let the user break through the bottleneck 100% of the time. It only increased the probability of breaking through the bottleneck.
Two Rebirth Pills were obviously one more chance to break through the bottleneck than one Rebirth Pill.
A polite knock on the door interrupted Wang Hao's thoughts.
Ma Kaqiao's face was full of smiles. His eyes flashed with an extremely careful light. He nodded and bowed as he walked into the VIP box.
"General, hello …"
"Oh, Manager Ma, what's the matter?" Wang Hao raised his eyelids. He wasn't in a good mood like the Gruesome Madness employees.
"It's like this …" Ma Kaqiao said with some hesitation, "The person who took the Demon Finger Butcher's heart yesterday is here …"
"Is that so?" Wang Hao raised his head and looked around the ring. His two thick eyebrows squeezed together, and he was a little angry, "Manager Ma, are you playing with me? Where is he? "
"This …" Ma Kaqiao said with some difficulty, "His brain might be damaged. He went to the basement level one."
"Basement level one? Six-star? He broke through? "
The anger between Wang Hao's eyebrows turned into a faint surprise. According to the information provided by his subordinates, this person was very young. It was already not easy for him to become a five-star, but to become a six-star? Such a situation was rare in the history of martial artists.
"He didn't break through …" Ma Kaqiao curled his lips, "He is still a five-star, but in order to make more money, he chose to fight a six-star."
"Is that so?" Wang Hao's butt left the sofa, "Well, bring me to the six-star VIP box."
"Ah?" Ma Kaqiao suspected that his ears were damaged, "The possibility of him winning …"
Seeing that Wang Hao was already at the door, Ma Kaqiao didn't dare to say anything more. He couldn't afford to offend this person who was truly qualified to be called a general.
"Young General Wang, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Outside the VIP box, Wang Hao looked at a bronze-skinned old man with a wisp of white goatee and a black iron cane in his hand. These were the unique marks of the Golden Triangle's General Ma Lianda.
He was once the second largest force in Luang Namtha province of Laos, and now he was the largest force. He was Wu Lianda, who had more than 3,700 soldiers under his command.
"General Wu." Wang Hao had a smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with a subtle killing intent. "I still have some time, so I came to take a look. How have you been recently? "
"Good, I'm fine, but business is not as good as before." The black iron cane in Wu Lianda's hand gently tapped on the ground, making a "wu wu" sound. "Some time ago, there were rumors that your brother's death was related to me. What do you think of this matter? "
"This …" Wang Hao maintained a very calm smile, "I never believe in the so-called rumors. I only believe in the information I get. So, when I have time, I send people out to collect information about my brother's death. "
"Well, it's good to investigate." Wu Lianda smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken, "Speaking of which, my relationship with your brother is not bad. I'm also very sad about his death. If you don't have enough manpower for the investigation, you can come to me to borrow some people. "
"Okay." Wang Hao gently nodded, "Then, I still have something to do, so I won't delay you any longer."
"Go do your work." Wu Lianda waved his hand, "I still have to go to Basement Level One to see the young man who showed his power in Basement Level Two yesterday."
Wang Hao's footsteps slightly stopped. He turned around and looked at the somewhat hunchbacked old man, Wu Lianda. In the past, this old man had never picked people from places like Gruesome Madness or the final battlefield.
"Hehe …" Wu Lianda walked past Wang Hao, "I'm old, and my mind can't keep up. I can only follow behind you young people and learn from you. "
"Is that so? We young people also have a lot to learn from you. "
At this time, Wang Hao was already walking side by side with Wu Lianda. The two were talking and laughing, and neither side had the slightest intention of giving in.
In the Golden Triangle, giving in represented cowardice.
Cowardice made it easier to be attacked by the surrounding forces.
After entering Basement Level One, the two sides entered their respective private rooms.
At this time, the number of spectators had also reached about half. On the huge screen for drawing lots, the numbers were constantly changing.
After a minute, the changing numbers finally stopped.
With the addition of the number forty-four five-star martial artist, his opponent had also become particularly eye-catching.
Number one hundred and seventy-two VS number forty-four.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on number one hundred and seventy-two at once.
This was a man with an ordinary figure. His face was as white as jade, and it even gave people a faint feeling that his skin was emitting light.
Wang Hao casually clicked on the computer in the VIP room, and the information of number one hundred and seventy-two appeared before his eyes.
Zhang Erming, cultivator of the Triple Light Art, habitual martial art of the Triple Light Fist, unique skill: Radiant Fist.
Wang Hao looked at Zhang Erming's record and introduction and nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, he is an expert in actual combat. Unfortunately, it seems that his root bone strength has reached the peak, and there will be no development in the future. But this number forty-four … "
Seeing Qin Fen near the ring, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly lit up as his eyebrows slowly moved toward the center of the bridge of his nose.
"This …"
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