Gaze of Love from Old Father

As soon as Wang Teng and the others left, the staff looked at the wrecked bar and asked a man in a suit in his early thirties.

"Manager, are we really just letting them go?"

The man in the suit glared at the staff member and snapped, "What else are we supposed to do? You want to keep them here?"

"Can't you read the room?!

"That Zhao Gangbao is a Low-level Martial Disciple, and his brother is an Advanced Martial Apprentice!"

"As for those Rich Second Generation kids, which of their families doesn't have assets worth hundreds of millions? More importantly, two of them are Martial Apprentices too. Forget the one who got beaten down—the one who made a move just now was at least an Intermediate Martial Disciple."

"Do you know what it means to be such a young Intermediate Martial Disciple?"

"It means he'll be an Advanced Martial Apprentice at the very least in the future, you bloody idiot! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

The staff member was left speechless, and admiration immediately flooded his heart... So the manager had already figured out their backgrounds.

No wonder he could be a manager while he himself was just an unnoticed errand boy!

The gap showed itself the moment trouble came knocking.

"So what do we do now?" the staff member immediately asked humbly for guidance.

"Wait. Didn't Zhao Gangbao go call for people? With his vindictive nature, he'll definitely come back soon. He might wreck a few more things too. We'll tally all the losses together after they leave."

"That bastard, of all people to provoke, he had to provoke those Rich Second Generation kids. Believe it or not, he definitely won't get off easy this time."

"Even if his brother comes in person, it might not do him any good." The man in the suit cursed furiously.

After thinking for a moment, he added,

"Put every last loss on his tab. Also, make sure the bar's surveillance footage is preserved. This is all evidence—don't let it disappear. I'll make a copy later and send it to the boss on WeChat."

"This involves several Martial Apprentices. Ordinary people like us can't get involved. We can only let the boss decide."

After Wang Teng and the others left, they had no mood to go anywhere else, so they each went home.

By the time Wang Teng got home, it was already past ten.

He did not go to the Polar Star Martial Arts Academy again. Instead, he browsed the internet and looked through materials at home, deepening his understanding of the Martial Arts Era.

What happened tonight had also sounded an alarm for him.

He had casually run into someone like a Thug, and that person's strength had already come close to that of an Intermediate Martial Disciple.

If he had not desperately collected attributes and grinded levels these past two days, he definitely would not have been able to wrap things up tonight. It would have turned into a major disaster.

Although martial artists truly made up only a small proportion of the billions of people in the world,

the problem was that once they were thrown into the sea of humanity, you had no idea when bad luck would strike and make you run into one.

What if he provoked a Formal Martial Warrior someday?

Wouldn't they be able to twitch a finger and leave both him and the Wang Family battered and bruised?

He did not want to experience the lesson of his previous life again.

Wang Teng had already felt a sense of crisis after being reborn. Now, that sense of crisis had grown even stronger.

He had to become a Formal Martial Warrior as soon as possible!

A Martial Apprentice, even an Advanced Martial Apprentice, was not enough.

Only by becoming a Martial Warrior could he be said to possess a little ability to protect himself.

Past eleven, Wang Teng finished showering and prepared to sleep. He picked up his phone to set an alarm; he needed to get up early tomorrow.

When he unlocked his phone, it showed that he had received two messages on WeChat.

Although this world was only in 2009, WeChat already existed and had long since become widespread.

People posted on Moments whether they had something to share or not.

The Moments of Martial Warriors were especially sought after and popular, because they could enter the Otherworld through Spatial Rifts.

As a result, they had taken plenty of pictures of wondrous sights from other worlds, and even beautiful women from the Otherworld brimming with exotic charm...

Nowadays, showing off clothes, bags, luxury cars, and the like was outrageously low-class!

Showing off an entire world was what truly looked high-end, grand, and classy!

Wang Teng checked. Of the two WeChat messages, one had been sent over an hour ago.

"Brother Wang Teng, I'm home." —From Bai Wei.

It was followed by a cute sticker.

The other had been sent three minutes ago.

"Brother Wang Teng, I'm going to sleep. Good night." —From Bai Wei.

It was followed by a sleeping sticker.

"When did this girl become so polite? Telling me when she got home would be one thing, but now she's even learned to wish me good night before sleeping?" Wang Teng's expression turned strange.

He thought about it. It had been sent three minutes ago; she should be asleep by now, right?

Mm, four minutes now!

Better not reply. I might wake her up again.

Wang Teng scrolled through a few Moments posts. Seeing nothing interesting, he put down his phone, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

In less than a minute, his breathing gradually steadied as he drifted into dreamland.

At the other end of the phone, Bai Wei waited for a long time in her pink princess bedroom. When no reply came, disappointment could not help appearing on her pretty face.

"Smack!" She threw her phone aside and rolled around on the bed several times in frustration, thoroughly depressed.

The next day, Sunday.

Wang Teng got up early again. After breakfast, he left home under Old Father Wang Sheng Guo's gratified gaze.

"I can finally no longer feel that gaze."

After the sports car had driven a long way, Wang Teng shuddered.

"Could this be the legendary Gaze of Love!"

"Hiss... terrifying indeed!"

Before long, Wang Teng arrived at the Polar Star Martial Arts Academy.

A few Attribute Bubbles lay scattered across the academy's lawns and paths. He picked them up along the way, then entered the Martial Disciple Training Building.

Several students were training in the first-floor hall.

Wang Teng gave them a rough look and found that they were basically the group who had arrived earliest yesterday.

He still had a deep impression of them.

He had thought he was already early enough. Turns out they had been even earlier—truly diligent.

But when it came to diligence, I, Wang Teng, would not admit defeat!

Wang Teng walked over, politely greeted them, and collected every attribute they had dropped without missing a single one.

Basic Sword Technique*1

Basic Footwork*1

Strength*3

Basic Fist Technique*2

Speed*5

"This is a splendid start! Feels amazing!!"

After collecting the attributes, Wang Teng did not linger and headed straight for the Second Floor.

His actions drew the attention of several students.

The young man practicing swordsmanship could not help reminding him, "The academy's rules state that Low-level Martial Disciples are not allowed on the Second Floor."

"I know. Thanks for the reminder." Wang Teng turned back and smiled. "But last night, I accidentally broke through to Intermediate Martial Disciple!"

After saying that, he had already climbed the second stairway and disappeared from sight.

Having calmly shown off, he flicked his sleeve and left without carrying away a single cloud~

The sword-practicing youth stood frozen in place.

"What... what did he say?" he asked the other students in disbelief.

"That kid just came yesterday, right?"

Instead of answering directly, those people asked another question.

"No, he came Friday night. I saw him," another student suddenly said.

"He became an Intermediate Martial Disciple after training for two days? That has to be a joke!"

"Absolutely impossible. He must have practiced martial arts before coming to the academy. Looking at him, he's clearly a Rich Second Generation kid. Literature for the poor, martial arts for the rich—if his family has money, he would naturally start practicing earlier than us and have it much easier."

This explanation received unanimous agreement.

No one believed that someone in this world could spend less than two days going from a combat-power-five weakling incapable of even trussing a chicken to a Low-level Martial Disciple, then rise again to an Intermediate Martial Disciple.

It was simply a fantasy from the heavens.

That could no longer be described with the word genius. He could only be called a monster!

—Of course, Opening Hacks and cheating were another matter!