The Days of Traveling with a Big Shot

On the heavy truck, Zhou Xin had merely said, "I'm going hunting."

A mere ten minutes later, Zhou Xin came running back to the truck with a tall man in his grasp.

He paid no attention to the aircraft circling overhead.

With Montes Ganghao in hand, the problem of the Aomeijia Alliance, the most likely stumbling block, had been resolved.

Feeling boundless vitality coursing through his body, Zhou Xin thought the damage to the Qinmeng Secret Stone was no great loss.

Normally, if he couldn't take down Montes Ganghao in three minutes, he would have let up, settled into a standoff with his opponent, and slowly withdrawn.

After all, he was an eighty-three-year-old "old man," and truly no match in that respect for "youngsters" in their fifties like Montes Ganghao.

They were all of the Seventh Sequence. Killing one another was difficult, and taking an opponent alive was harder still.

Zhou Xin's advantages lay in his seasoned experience, sharp judgment, and the benefits of having practiced martial arts in his early years.

Montes Ganghao, on the other hand, belonged to the second generation of genetic talents. He had avoided the many pitfalls they had once stumbled into and had a more established path to follow, saving him many detours.

Their generation really had grown old, and it was the second generation's turn to come to the fore.

But the unforeseen surprise Montes Ganghao hadn't counted on was the Qinmeng Secret Stone.

It had caused most of Zhou Xin's old internal injuries to fade and had even brought his physical condition to its very peak, giving him strength beyond his usual limits. Hunting the Ferocious Beast had taken little effort, either.

Zhou Xin was in excellent form. Even if Mengtesi Badun had been there, Zhou Xin was sure he could have