Wang Chao's Warning

Yang Sheng, who had finally returned to his normal life, slept soundly for the first time.

The next morning, at four o'clock.

Before dawn, Yang Sheng got up, washed, and brushed his teeth.

At four ten, he left the house.

Although today was the first day of the Martial Arts Entrance Exam Points Tournament, Yang Sheng kept his mind calm.

He maintained his usual schedule and even got up a little earlier than usual.

The lively scene from the previous night was gone, leaving only cigarette butts and scraps of paper scattered across the ground.

Yang Sheng shook his head helplessly.

Although these people were high-ranking figures or elites by society's standards, in terms of personal qualities, they were even worse than some elementary school students.

Yang Sheng picked up a broom and carefully swept the stretch of road from his doorstep to the entrance of the alley.

By the time he finished, it was already four forty.

The eastern sky began to brighten.

Yang Sheng started running toward school.

Inside the guardroom at the school gate, the security guards' snores rose and fell without end.

At this hour, aside from Yang Sheng, hardly any students would come, so they slept without a care.

Yang Sheng did not disturb them. He ran toward the electric gate without slowing down, simply pushing off with one foot and supporting himself against the gate with one arm. With a light leap, he cleared the more-than-two-meter-high school gate.

The entire movement was smooth and clean, light as a feather.

After training in the A-Grade Retreat Room, his control over his own muscles had reached an entirely new level.

When he arrived at the training room in the teaching building, it was empty.

He had grown used to always being the first one there.

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