After Wang Teng and the others left, the staff looked at the mess in the bar and asked a man in a suit in his early thirties.
"Manager, are we just going to let them go?"
The man in the suit glared at the staff and said angrily, "What else can we do? Are you going to make them stay? "
"You don't know what to do!
"That Zhao Gangbao is a low-level martial disciple, and his brother is an advanced martial disciple!"
"As for those rich second generations, which one of them doesn't have a net worth of hundreds of millions? The most important thing is that there are two Martial Disciples among them. Let's not talk about the one who was defeated, but the one who just attacked is at least an intermediate Martial Disciple."
"Do you know what it means to be an intermediate martial disciple at such a young age?"
"It means that he will be at least an advanced martial disciple in the future. You deserve it! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! "
That staff member was speechless, and in his heart, he immediately prostrated himself in admiration … It turned out that the manager had already investigated the other party's background thoroughly.
No wonder he could be the manager, and he was just a nobody!
Once something happened, the difference between them would be obvious.
"Then what should we do now?" The staff immediately asked humbly.
"Let's wait. Didn't that Zhao Gangbao go to call for help? With his vengeful personality, he will definitely come back and destroy something. After they leave, we will count the losses. "
"That bastard, of all people, he had to provoke those rich second generations. Do you believe that he won't be able to get away with it this time?"
"Even if his brother comes personally, it might not be useful." The man in the suit scolded.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Put all the losses on him.
"Put all the losses on him. Also, you must keep the surveillance cameras in the bar well. These are all evidence. You must not lose them. I'll make a copy later and send it to the boss on WeChat."
"This matter involves a few martial disciples. We ordinary people can't get involved. We can only let the boss make the decision."
…
After Wang Teng and the others left, they were not in the mood to go anywhere else and went home.
When they reached home, it was past ten o 'clock.
Wang Teng did not go to Jixin Martial House. He went online at home and browsed through information to deepen his understanding of the martial arts era.
Tonight's incident was a wake-up call for him.
The strength of any random hooligan he met was close to that of a mid-level Martial Disciple.
If it weren't for the fact that he had been desperately picking up attributes and leveling up for the past two days, he definitely wouldn't have been able to wrap things up tonight and would have caused a disaster.
Although the number of people who practiced martial arts was not high in the billions of people, the number of people who practiced martial arts was not high.
But the problem was, if you threw them into a sea of people, you wouldn't know when you would be unlucky enough to run into them.
What if he offended an official martial artist in the future?
Wouldn't that mean that with just a flick of his finger, he would be able to make him and the Wang Clan suffer heavy losses?
He didn't want to experience what happened in his previous life again.
Wang Teng had just been reborn, and he already had a sense of crisis in his heart. Now, this sense of crisis was even stronger.
He had to become an official martial artist as soon as possible!
A Martial Disciple, even an Advanced Martial Disciple, was not enough.
Only by becoming a martial artist would he have the ability to protect himself.
At around eleven o 'clock, Wang Teng took a shower and prepared to go to bed. He picked up his phone and prepared to set an alarm to wake up early the next morning.
He turned on his phone and saw that he had received two messages on WeChat.
Although it was only 2009 in this world, WeChat already existed, and it had long been popularized.
Everyone would post on their WeChat Moments whenever they had time.
Especially the WeChat Moments of martial artists, they were the most popular and sought after because they could enter the other world through time and space cracks.
So, they took many pictures of the other world's wonders and strange sights, and even exotic beauties from the other world …
Nowadays, airing clothes, bags, and luxury cars was extremely low-class!
Airing an entire world was high-end and classy!
Wang Teng took a look. There were two WeChat messages, one of which was sent more than an hour ago.
"Brother Wang Teng, I'm home." — from Bai Wei.
There was even a cute emoticon at the end.
The other message was sent three minutes ago.
"Brother Wang Teng, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." — from Bai Wei.
Followed by a sleeping emoticon.
"When did this girl become so polite? It's fine if she just says goodnight when she's home, but she even learned to say goodnight when she's sleeping?" Wang Teng had a strange expression on his face.
He thought for a moment. It was sent three minutes ago, so she should be asleep now, right?
Yes, it's been four minutes!
It's better not to reply in case she wakes up again.
Wang Teng scrolled through a few WeChat Moments. Seeing that there was nothing interesting, he put down his phone and closed his eyes to sleep.
In less than a minute, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep.
On the other end of the phone, in the pink princess room, Bai Wei waited for a long time, but there was no reply. Disappointment appeared on her pretty face.
"Pah!" She threw her phone away and rolled around on the bed. She was very depressed.
…
The next day, Sunday.
Wang Teng woke up early again. After breakfast, he left home under the gratified expression of his old father, Wang Shengguo.
"Finally, I can't feel that gaze anymore."
After the sports car had driven far away, Wang Teng shuddered.
"Could this be the legendary gaze of love?"
"Wow … it's terrifying!"
Not long after, Wang Teng arrived at Jixin Martial House.
There were some attribute bubbles scattered on the lawn and road in the martial house. He picked them up and walked into the martial disciple training building.
There were a few students training in the hall on the first floor.
Wang Teng looked around. They were basically the first batch of people to arrive yesterday.
Wang Teng had a deep impression of them.
He thought he was early enough, but it turned out that they were even earlier than him. They were indeed very hardworking.
However, when it comes to hard work, I, Wang Teng, will not admit defeat!
Wang Teng walked over and greeted them politely. Then, he picked up all the attributes they had dropped without missing a single one.
[Basic Sword Technique * 1]
[Basic Movement Technique * 1]
[Strength * 3]
[Basic Fist Technique * 2]
[Speed * 5]
…
"This is a good start! This is awesome!! "
After picking up the attributes, Wang Teng did not stop. He went straight to the second floor.
His actions attracted the attention of a few students.
The young man who was training could not help but remind him, "According to the rules of the martial house, low-level martial disciples are not allowed to go to the second floor."
"I know. Thanks for the reminder." Wang Teng turned around and smiled, "However, last night, I accidentally broke through to become an intermediate martial disciple!"
After he finished speaking, he had already gone to the second floor.
After calmly showing off, he waved his sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
The young man who was training was stunned.
"What, what did he say?" He asked the other students in disbelief.
"This kid, did he just come yesterday?"
Those people did not answer him directly. Instead, they asked another question.
"No, he came on Friday night. I saw him." Another student suddenly said.
"After training for two days, he became an intermediate martial disciple? Are you kidding me? "
"That's absolutely impossible. He must have practiced martial arts before he came to the dojo. Looking at him, he's obviously a rich second generation. The poor study while the rich practice martial arts. His family is rich, so he must have practiced martial arts much earlier than us.
This statement was unanimously agreed by everyone.
No one would believe that in this world, there would be someone who used less than two days to go from a weakling to a low-level Martial Disciple, and then promoted to a mid-level Martial Disciple.
It was simply a fantasy.
This was not something that could be described as a genius. It could only be called a monster!
— — Of course, this was excluding cheating!
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