?

Ten Thousand?

Different from before!

Wu Biao now had a wife, and even a child yet to be born waiting for him.

Since a man had made his choice, he had to be prepared to bear everything that came with it.

His life had been simple. From childhood to adulthood, he had constantly fought others.

Even his goal had once been simple: to fight until death—not to die of old age, but to meet the end of his life on a fierce battlefield—!

That was his nature. There was no changing it.

Even Wu Biao, who disliked overthinking, had thought this much...

He trembled, unable to suppress it!

His hands were shaking. The other party was very likely the strongest enemy he had encountered in the first half of his life!!

If he missed this chance, he might never encounter such a powerful opponent again.

And if he lost...

Wu Biao stood up and set down the rice barrel in his arms. A brilliant smile appeared on his face. "Old Qiao..."

"Hmm?"

King Chappa frowned. Though he had no idea what had happened to the man before him, he could tell that the other man was making an extremely important decision.

"This is the first time Brother Biao has realized!"

Wu Biao raised his head, the corners of his mouth stretching toward either side. Bloodshot veins faintly appeared in his eyes. "Turns out... I'm this damn greedy!!!"

King Chappa froze at his words and was about to ask what he meant, but Wu Biao gave him no chance. He chuckled darkly and said something completely unrelated. "Compared to a daughter, I prefer a son. Once I raise him up, I'll make Little Biao fight me every day!"

At last, he understood why that bastard Hell had said such things. It