The suite was enormous, easily at least two hundred square meters. This was not commercial housing, but merely a guesthouse that usually had few occupants!
The phrase "rolling in money" had received an exceptionally vivid demonstration.
After setting down his luggage, Qin Annian opened the video Liao Ji had sent him.
A sealed-off street, a shaking camera angle, thunderous commotion.
A burly man wearing the latest model of combat suit appeared before an Alien Martial Artist wielding sharp claws as though he had teleported. His fists flashed like lightning and struck with the weight of mountains, directly blasting those razor-sharp claws into fragments.
He immediately closed in. His powerful short punches compressed the air, causing light to refract as it passed through the space where moisture exploded outward. Visually, it looked as if space itself was warping.
Boom!
A massive bloody hole instantly appeared in the Alien Martial Artist's chest.
The next moment.
The captain of Huning City Operations Division's Assault Team flickered again. Still using only his fists, he consecutively smashed the remaining two Alien Martial Artists into blood mist.
"His fist technique isn't bad."
Qin Annian narrowed his eyes and offered his assessment as a Fist Technique Grandmaster.
Still, compared to most people, his mastery of fist techniques was already far ahead.
"The force behind every punch is exceptionally precise. He's deliberately imitating someone, but that actually makes it more exhausting."
The person this captain was imitating wielded fist techniques with effortless ease.
Just like Qin Annian had done at the Blood Blade Gang and the Azure Dragon Society, every scrap of strength was perfectly used and allocated.
"If he can come to understand it, he may be able to advance further."
"Even if he cannot touch the realm of a Fist Technique Grandmaster, there is still hope."