Peerless War God in City

Outside was brightly lit, and inside the car, Haotian's eyes focused slightly.    

"Military Commander, I have already sent people to investigate the people behind Lee Family, I believe there will be news soon, please wait patiently."    

Yu Jin said respectfully to Haotian from the driver's seat.    

"Yes."    

Haotian nodded indifferently. He wasn't worried at all.    

This time when he came back, he decided to investigate the truth, so he had enough time to play with them.    

On the contrary.    

The most anxious ones should be the Luo Family and the other four families!    

"..."    

Soon, Yu Jin brought Haotian to a villa complex.    

Esquire House.    

This was a relatively luxurious location. The people who lived here were mostly people with status, even though Yu Jin only bought a small villa that was three hundred square meters, it still cost over ten million yuan.    

Although Haotian probably wouldn't stay in the Hsingyi for too long.    

However, he was Military Commander. Only with such a configuration would he be able to keep his identity intact.    

After settling down, Haotian walked in.    

He then washed off the blood stains on his body before finally sinking into his dream.    

The next day.    

Clear, Haotian woke up early.    

After a simple wash, he went to the park to exercise.    

At the moment, there were a lot of people in the park.    

But the most eye-catching thing was, one old and one young, they were under a big tree, practicing something.    

After taking a glance, Haotian quickly withdrew his gaze and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.    

"Hey, stop right there!"    

After sweeping a glance, Haotian was about to leave. However, he was stopped by the girl in the middle of an old man and a young woman.    

"What's with that gaze you had just now, are you looking down on us? Are you looking down on our poor fist techniques?" Although Haotian had only glanced at her, that young lady, who was training, had already taken a good look at him. Therefore, the latter immediately snapped at Haotian with an unfriendly tone.    

The young girl was clearly the daughter of a rich family. She had been domineering since young, and was used to being domineering. Thus, when she saw the look in Haotian's eyes, she immediately stood out unwillingly.    

In the face of the young girl's words, Haotian smiled lightly.    

The fist techniques that the young girl and the old man practiced seemed similar to those of outsiders, but in his eyes, they were nothing.    

Kung Fu.    

It was a killing technique!    

Genuine martial arts, every move and every move, were all for the sake of killing people. There wouldn't be so many flowery moves. Therefore, in Yu Haotian's eyes, their fist techniques were like flowery fists.    

However, his temperament was extraordinary, and he was already an ordinary person. Thus, he naturally wouldn't care about this kind of wealthy family that didn't know much about the affairs of the world.    

Immediately, Haotian raised both of his hands and cupped his fists. He spoke to the two in a low voice, "My apologies, I was rude and disturbed the two of you."    

"Humph, be more careful next time. This is a military boxing technique passed down from the special forces. It's a very powerful boxing technique!"    

The girl scolded Haotian. Then, she raised her fair neck and her proud head. Like a swan, she boasted about the fist technique she was cultivating.    

"But that's right. How can a country bumpkin like you know the existence of this fist technique..." The young girl still wanted to continue ridiculing Haotian.    

"Bing-Er!"    

However, she was stopped by the elder beside her.    

This old man was already in his early teens. He was completely white, with white clothes, white pants, white hair, white eyebrows, and an adopted son with an immortal demeanor. Although his tone was gentle and his attitude was extremely low, Haotian could still feel the pride of a superior being in his bones.    

"Young man, in your opinion, how is the fist technique we're cultivating?" The old man seemed to care a little about the fist technique he was training in.    

"Nothing." Haotian sincerely said.