The car swiftly started up; He Yong was in no hurry to follow. He watched silently for a bit, snorted, and ran off to wheel out a motorcycle from behind a boulder.1

Yes, a motorcycle!0

The engine ignited with a roar. He Yong hopped on and raced off in pursuit!0

Do you take me for a fool, little punk? I’d be daft to run for a thousand kilometers! The strongest martial master wouldn’t be able to react in time if meeting an ambush when running for so long. Just come out with it if you can’t be bothered with me, don’t spin this bullshit! You’re just as bad as your master.16

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Inside the car.0

Li Hao didn’t care when he didn’t see the old man upon a backward glance. He looked at Liu Long instead. “Chief, are you familiar with the Southern Fist?”0

“Superficially. Southern Fist He Yong is known for his superb boxing methods. My father once told me when I was young that He Yong is brave of heart and meticulous of mind. He looks like a brute, but is actually rather shrewd.0

“He Yong vanished soon after the rise of the supernatural,” Liu Long rummaged through his memories. “So he made it into the royal family to avoid struggles with the new domain! He was a martial master...5