Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

After leaving the train station, the pickpockets went to a nearby nightclub, which was a branch of the underground gang. There are underground gangs in almost every place.

They entered the nightclub, introduced themselves as Brother Dao, and were led to a private room. "Just go in and talk things out. Brother Dao doesn't like people chattering. Don't upset him, or I can't protect you."

"We know, thank you Dong-ge for leading us to Dao-ge. We'll only get to the point and won't say anything inappropriate." The pickpockets all bowed and scraped to the young man in front of them.

"You understand, that's good. Go in." The young man opened the door to the private room, gesturing for them to hurry inside. He then closed the door again after they were inside.

In the middle of the private room sat a burly young man, flanked by two hostesses, his hands kneading their round, pert buttocks.

There were many bottles and jars on the table, all of which contained alcoholic beverages such as beer and spirits.

There were people sitting on both sides, each with a hostess lying in their lap.

The pickpockets entered and saw this scene. They lowered their heads, not daring to look. If they were discovered, they might be killed to silence them. "Hello, Brother Dao."

"Well, just say what's on your mind. I don't like beating around the bush."

"Brother Dao is like this..." The dark-skinned young man embellished his story of meeting Zhao Sheng at the train station and showed his arm, which had lost all feeling.

"So he took everything you looted? And even dislocated your arm? Looks like this is going to be a tough one!" Dao Ge's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"You should know the consequences of deceiving me, right? If I find out you've embezzled that money, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"We know the rules, Brother Dao." The dark-skinned youth lowered his head, not daring to look up and meet the gaze; the aura of the person in charge was too oppressive.

Do you know where that person is?

"Brother Dao, I've already sent my men to follow him. Once he settles down somewhere, my men will come back and tell you."

"Okay, you guys can go now." Brother Dao waved his hand, and the dark-skinned youths nodded, opened the private room, and left quickly. The room was too oppressive, and Brother Dao's aura was too strong, almost suffocating them.

"Dislocating tendons and bones technique, or grappling and fighting?" Brother Dao murmured, his eyes gleaming. Fortunately, the former was a boxer, and there were plenty of ways to handle it. What he feared most was the latter.

Soldiers who come from military units must have many comrades-in-arms behind them. If they really go looking for trouble and make a scene, offending their superiors, no matter how powerful their protective umbrella is, it won't help.

Politicians can't control a group of soldiers who carry guns all day.

However, if he doesn't help the pickpockets get revenge, it will definitely discourage them and cause them to move to other branches' territories.

You should know that their current happiness is due to the protection money paid by the pickpockets. Once they leave this place, he and his men will have to tighten their belts to survive.

"Forget it, thinking about it is useless. Let's find out the situation first before making any plans," Brother Dao thought to himself, turning to look at the skinny young man and kicking him.

"Monkey, go outside and gather a dozen or so strong guys to come with me and check out this guy." The skinny young man who called Monkey got up, pulled up his pants, and left the private room to gather his men.

the other side.

Zhao Sheng parked his car near the military dependents' compound. He looked up and saw soldiers with guns standing by the gate. It would be difficult to get in unless someone introduced him.

Zhao Sheng understood this, so he waited patiently. Compared to the progress of his boxing skills, the matter of face could be completely discarded.

But Zhao Sheng didn't notice that someone was watching his every move from a distance. The young man looked surprised when he saw him waiting at the military dependents' compound.

No wonder that guy dared to beat up Brother Pi at the train station; it turns out he was a relative of an elderly person from a military dependents' home. Brother Pi was just unlucky. We need to leave here quickly and tell Brother Pi.

This person is not to be offended!

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Sheng hadn't left, and no one had come or gone from the military dependents' compound. Just as he was about to give up, a car pulled up to the gate.

The train door opened, and an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles stepped out. It was Xiao Haicheng from the train station. He was a little surprised, but quickly recovered.

With so many relatives living in the military dependents' compound, who among them isn't someone with power and status? Grandpa Xiao must be one of them.

Grandpa Xiao seemed to notice the gaze and suddenly looked towards Zhao Sheng. He saw the other man pause for a moment, then smiled and waved to him.

Zhao Sheng strode over and politely said, "Greetings, Old Master Xiao."

"Little Zhao, I didn't expect to see you again. What brings you to the military dependents' home?" Old Master Xiao asked. Zhao Sheng didn't hide anything and told him the purpose of his trip to Kyoto.

Currently, his only hope for joining the military academy lies with Old Master Xiao.

"I didn't expect you to have reached the Transformation Realm and become a Grandmaster at such a young age. You are truly a force to be reckoned with! Since you're here to refine your martial arts, why don't you come inside with me for some tea? It's been a long time since the Military Family Compound has had a decent young person."

"I reckon those old guys will like it too. They were all Grandmasters of Internal Energy who joined the Red Army back then. Their boxing techniques should be of great help to you in perfecting your own boxing skills."

As Grandpa Xiao led Zhao Sheng along, they talked. The gatekeeper didn't dare to stop them and opened the gate directly. Zhao Sheng listened to Grandpa Xiao silently, but his eyes were looking around.

The military dependents' home has a very nice environment with flowers, trees, and a small square. Several elderly people practice tai chi, throwing stone weights, driving iron stakes, or hammering tree trunks, all of which are ways to hone their strength.

The first two were unclear in terms of the type of boxing they were practicing, but the last one resembled an old ape swinging its arm and striking the tree trunk. The bark on both sides of the tree trunk was almost completely worn away, leaving it smooth. Clearly, the old man often used that tree to practice his boxing.

All of them were veteran boxers.

There were many Red Army boxers back then. Some sacrificed their lives, some survived and returned to their hometowns to retire, and some held high positions and stayed in military dependents' homes to enjoy their old age.

The driver of the car was a middle-aged man who was also a martial arts practitioner. He saw that Old Xiao was leading a young man inside, and he noticed that the young man walked steadily, indicating that he was skilled in martial arts.

So he took out a cell phone, dialed a number, and reported Old Master Xiao's situation. "I understand. Since he's someone the old man trusts, let him go." That was what the person on the other end said.

"I understand," the driver replied, and the other end of the line hung up immediately.

a little.

The two went up to the third floor, opened the door, changed their shoes, and Zhao Sheng looked around the room. Most of the items were old things.

Old Xiao then started brewing tea. "Little Zhao, come and sit for a while. These past few years, those young men have settled down and started their own families. They rarely come to visit us old folks anymore." There was a sense of loneliness in his voice.

It sounded like a sigh, and also like sadness.

Zhao Sheng sat down next to Old Master Xiao. "The higher you sit, the less time you have. That's the price you pay. Once you've started a family and established a career, most of your energy will definitely be devoted to your family!" he replied to Old Master Xiao.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these sad things. People get sentimental as they get older. You can take a stroll around the military dependents' compound later; you might run into some old folks there," Old Xiao said.