Mo En was drinking with friends, flanked by several young, pretty girls. After being kicked out of Superhuman School, he had joined a mining company as a senior security officer. He was a powerful Superpower User with formidable combat strength, and the mining company paid him handsomely—more than enough for him to live extravagantly.
Both of Mo En's hands had been cut off by Jiang Hao. He had spent a fortune on two mechanical arms. Prosthetic technology was highly advanced now and could even provide functions stronger than the human body, so they did not affect his daily life at all.
However, he still hated Jiang Hao to the bone and swore he would kill him if he ever got the chance. After all, his previous job had been a prestigious one: a coach at Superhuman School. Even superheroes had to curry favor with him if they wanted their children looked after at the school. And now? He was merely a company security guard. The difference in status was like heaven and earth.
"Mo En, how did you get beaten up by some brat back then and end up in such a sorry state?" Mo En's friend Pence mocked.
"That damned Jon Jiang hid like a rat. If I find out where he is, I'll drag him out right now and use my mechanical hand to rip out his guts," Mo En said through gritted teeth.
As soon as Mo En finished speaking, a voice came from behind them. "Coach Mo En, have you been looking for me?"
Mo En was startled. He would never forget that voice for as long as he lived. He whirled around and saw a young man standing behind him. It was Jon Jiang.
"You damned bastard, you finally showed yourself! I won't let you