After waking up and having breakfast with his family, Yang Wu's Communication Watch rang not long afterward.
He glanced down at it and quickly answered. "Inspector Liu!"
"Yang Wu!" Inspector Liu He's voice came through the Communication Watch. "Are you in the Base City right now?"
"I'm at home. What is it, Inspector Liu?" Yang Wu asked.
"Good. Stay there. I'll be right over, and we can talk in person!"
With that, Liu He hung up.
Yang Wu was left feeling puzzled. He stayed in the living room, wondering what Liu He had come for.
Before long, a purple-red streak of light cut across the sky and stopped not far above Mingyue Residential Quarter. It was a purple-red, triangular fighter jet.
"Everyone, look! What's that in the sky?"
"It's a fighter jet from the headquarters of our Martial Arts Hall!"
Many residents noticed the aircraft and stared up at it in astonishment.
The purple-red fighter jet descended slowly, eventually landing on a lawn deep inside the residential quarter.
The commotion had already alerted Wu Tong, the Hall Master in charge of Mingyue Residential Quarter.
As the fighter jet touched down, Wu Tong appeared a short distance in front of it.
He must be here for Yang Wu! I wonder which big shot has come this time? Wu Tong watched the fighter jet closely, thinking to himself.
Ever since Yang Wu's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, more and more powerful figures had come to Mingyue Residential Quarter.
Whenever Yang Wu was home, War Gods who normally would never have visited would show up from time to time.
With a hiss, the hatch opened.
A middle-aged man with flowing long hair stepped out. It was Inspector Liu He of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.
Wu Tong was stunned when he