A Gentleman Uses Words, Not Fists

Seeing this, A Long was instantly dumbfounded and shouted in terror, "Someone! Hurry, someone! Master has fainted!"

At Nanshan Elderly Care Home, Mo Bai walked along a tree-lined path, pale-faced and unsteady on his feet.

His face was already covered in bruises, his nose swollen and his eyes blackened. He had gotten them while confessing to those elderly ladies, after being beaten up by several old men.

Even so, Mo Bai did not care in the slightest. His heart was more excited than ever before!

As he focused inward and checked the progress bars for the three confession tasks, all of which had reached (99/99), he recalled everything that had happened over the past few days and suddenly felt the urge to burst into tears!

After suffering so much and enduring so much misery, the hardest days were finally over!

From now on, he, Mo Bai, had truly risen to his feet!

To complete the three confession tasks issued by the system sooner, Mo Bai had suffered terribly over the past two days.

The brothers from the Vermillion Bird Pavilion and the Brotherhood Alliance had basically all practiced the Retail Technique with him once, day and night without stop.

That was why he had managed to gather ninety-nine confession tasks from gay men in just two days.

Although all the insults had made him gain several pounds and even made walking difficult, his gains were visibly substantial.

Not only had he completed the confession tasks, he had even directly broken through to the early stage of bright strength in martial cultivation!

The first time he felt that warm current inside his body, Mo Bai had been as delighted as a child weighing over a hundred pounds.

He forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart, frowned slightly, and asked in