"The stronger your build, the better. The stronger you are, the more formidable you become—that's the proof of strength. Have you ever seen a Martial Artist hunched over?"
Uncle Meng Yongzhi's words settled the matter.
Then, as if recalling something, Uncle paused before speaking to Meng Chuan.
"Chuan'er, do you remember that police officer who died at the end of last year?"
Meng Chuan nodded.
"I remember. Did they catch them?"
Meng Yongzhi sighed with emotion.
"They caught it. Killed it on the spot."
"I heard from a colleague who worked the night shift last night that Sky Net detected a Sky Demon Force Field. Chief Long happened to be staying at the station for something."
"The data department determined it was that same Heavenly Demon from before. Chief Long personally went out and crushed it into a sheet of paper with one punch."
Recently, Yong'an City's public security had repeatedly run into problems because of the Heavenly Demons and demonic path practitioners causing trouble. Dragon Nine's punch had helped steady the situation.
Meng Chuan also sighed. "Chief Long is still incredible. Such is the terror of a Martial Arts Grandmaster."
The more Meng Yongzhi looked at Meng Chuan, the prouder he became.
"Keep working hard, Chuan'er. Uncle believes you can do it too."
Meng Chuan nodded vigorously and continued eating.
A while passed.
As Meng Chuan's body grew stronger, his appetite had also increased considerably.
Today, he alone ate more than half a pot of rice. Xue Na and Meng Yongzhi had long finished eating and were sitting on the sofa watching television.
Meng Yongzhi was immensely comfortable, one leg crossed over the other, gripping the walnuts Meng Chuan had bought him in his hand and rolling them with constant clacking sounds.
Xue Na could not stand the irritating