Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

We've only known each other for less than a few minutes!

What does she want from me?

Do you think I'm too old?

Do you think I'm ugly?

Or is it because I hit someone hard when I was beating them up?

But looking into the girl's stubborn eyes, Yang Xian knew that she wasn't joking.

"Feel sorry!"

Yang Xian refused without even thinking.

He had just managed to settle things with his two wives when trouble started brewing at home.

If I dared to accept it, my two jealous wives would probably turn the world upside down.

Even Jiang Mengyun couldn't guess, because she had unnecessarily given the uncle a mask.

This will give her another good friend in the future.

Yang Xian explained:

"I am a martial artist who spends most of my time fighting monsters outside the city. I never know when I will die out there."

"I can't give you a stable life, and I don't want to..."

"Uncle!" Tao Tao suddenly interrupted with a smile.

"They were just joking. Thank you for chatting with them."

"It's been a long time since I've had such a pleasant chat since my family passed away."

Since Yang Xian refused to accept it, she wouldn't make things difficult for him.

"..."

Yang Xian knew that the girl's serious expression just now meant she wasn't joking.

But he did not expose the lie.

[Ding! Detected a significant fluctuation in the emotions of the character "Tao Tao"!]

[Sad: I was rejected again after all... +300 points!]

[Current total points: 11400!]

Ugh!

She's such a strong girl, it breaks my heart.

Even though fate treated her so unfairly, even though she was rejected to her face, she still chose to hide her disappointment with a smile and retain the last bit of dignity.

Perhaps it is this stubbornness and optimism that has enabled her to live her life to this day?

If I were in her shoes, facing such a desperate situation, could I really have done better than her?

"Uncle, we've been chatting for so long, we... we can be considered friends now, right?"

Tao Tao changed the subject, a smile returning to her face. "My name is Tao Tao, Tao as in peach. What's yours?"

"My name is Yang Yang, the Yang of sheep."

Yang Xian only thought for a second before replying.

Since we've changed our faces, we might as well change our names too.

Yang Yang is a good name; it sounds as good as Tao Tao.

Let this name, in place of myself, continue to accompany this strong girl.

"Yang Yang..."

Tao Tao read the name aloud once, engraving it in her heart.

next second.

She suddenly tiptoed and quickly kissed Yang Xian's ordinary profile.

It has a soft touch and is fleeting.

Before Yang Xian could react, the girl had already turned around with a blush on her face, her back to him.

"Uncle Yang Yang, this... consider it a thank you gift for saving me!"

"I...I'm going to hand out flyers now, see you next time!"

After saying that, she hugged the stack of flyers in her arms tightly and ran out of the alley without looking back.

"This..." Yang Xian looked in the direction where the girl disappeared, and unconsciously touched his face.

"well--!"

"In the end, it was all for naught!"

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Inside an underground martial arts gym.

"uncle!!"

"You have to stand up for me!"

As soon as Huang Mao entered the room, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, crying uncontrollably.

In the center of the martial arts school, a burly middle-aged man stood up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He was none other than the martial arts uncle Huang Mao had mentioned—Tang Dao.

A local who has spent half his life struggling in District G.

A second realm warrior.

"What happened? Who beat you up like this?"

"It's... a middle-aged man from out of town! He's also a martial artist!"

With snot and tears streaming down his face, Huang Mao began to recount what had happened.

However, by embellishing his story, he portrayed himself as an innocent victim.

With his injuries, this explanation seemed even more convincing.

Before Tang Dao could even speak, several of his underlings who were practicing their skills nearby couldn't contain themselves and crowded around him.

"Damn it! Out-of-town martial artists dare to run wild in our G district? Do they think we're nobody in G district?!"

"Brother Dao! We can't tolerate this! Look at the state of my nephew! This is a slap in our face!"

"Exactly! If we don't get our revenge, who will respect us anymore? Will just any Tom, Dick, or Harry be able to shit on our heads?"

"..."

In an instant, the martial arts hall was filled with fervor, spittle flying everywhere. They all wanted to prove themselves in front of Tang Dao.

Seeing this, Huang Mao cried even louder and kept kowtowing.

"Uncle! You must help me get revenge!"

"Otherwise, how am I supposed to get along at school?"

"Waaaaah..."

However, Tang Dao remained surprisingly calm.

Others might not know what kind of person their nephew is, but how could he not know?

He is ignorant and incompetent, a troublemaker, and utterly useless.

It's probably that brat who started the trouble again, kicked a hornet's nest, and now he's running to me for help.

"Quiet down, all of you!"

Tang Dao let out a loud shout, and the entire martial arts hall fell silent instantly.

He crouched down and carefully examined his nephew's injuries.

It was truly frightening to see; his face was covered in bruises and swollen like a pig's head.

"Uncle! Look at this! Look at what that guy did to me!"

The blond-haired man pointed to the injuries on his body, especially his swollen face.

He was still playing the victim, but his eyes were full of resentment.

But Tang Dao knows his stuff.

These are all superficial injuries; they look serious, but in reality, no bones or tendons were damaged.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the other party acted with great restraint, merely giving a lesson and not intending to kill.

This made Tang Dao even more certain that the troublemaker was definitely his good-for-nothing nephew.

"Uncle, I have a good idea!" the blond-haired man said in a low voice, his eyes filled with malice.

"Let's arrest that filthy bitch surnamed Tao first!"

"Wasn't she being protected by that older man?"

"I refuse to believe that by taking her hostage, that old man won't obediently submit..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Mao was kicked to the ground by his uncle.

"Attack an ordinary person? You fucking want to kill me?!" Tang Dao roared.

The association stipulates that martial artists cannot attack ordinary people without cause!

Yang Xian's action was a righteous and justifiable act.

If Tang Dao dares to touch Tao Tao, he'll be finished, not only in G District, but his entire martial arts career will be over!

Besides, why would he fight to the death with a local martial artist for a complete stranger?

Do you think they've lost their mind?

Seeing how pitiful the blond-haired man was, the henchmen next to him quickly helped him up.

The blond-haired man clutched his stomach, his face full of grievance: "Uncle! You're my own uncle! Are you just going to stand by and watch me get bullied by some outsider?"

"Yeah, Brother Dao, our nephew got beaten up. If we don't step in, it won't sound good."

"Supporting family over right, that's the rule in our underworld!"

"..."

The younger brothers started offering their own advice again.

Tang Dao took a deep breath and silently pondered for a moment.

I'm going to make a move today, no doubt about it.

Otherwise, the words "soup knife" will become a laughing stock in District G tomorrow.

Of course, it was just about getting revenge and teaching the other party a lesson.

He wouldn't risk his life against a martial artist whose background he didn't even know for the sake of this foolish nephew.

"Alright!" Tang Dao waved his hand impatiently.

"I'll help you this once!"

"If you cause me any more trouble, don't blame me for breaking your legs myself!"