Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Qian Haoran glanced at Cao Kun, then ran to the front of the car to check the license plate, and then looked at Cao Kun again.

"Kun, Brother Kun, what's wrong with this car?"

Qian Haoran was shocked. Pointing at the G-Wagon in front of him, he asked incredulously.

Others might not know how important this car is to Qian Xining, but how could Qian Haoran not know?

Leaving aside the money my sister spent on modifying the car, it took more than a year just to wait for the modification to be completed.

After getting his hands on this G-Class, Qian Xining personally handled everything from tuning to maintenance, treating it like a precious treasure.

Qian Haoran just wanted to take a drive for a bit, but Qian Xining gave him two big sinuses.

But now, this G-Wagon has actually fallen into Cao Kun's hands!

Seeing Cao Kun's indifferent attitude towards the car, Qian Haoran felt a pang in his heart.

"Oh, this car?"

Cao Kun then realized what was going on and casually replied, "Your sister insisted on giving it to me, but I didn't agree, so I had no choice but to buy it."

His answer was casual, but Qian Haoran interpreted it completely differently.

My sister treats this car like her lifeblood; anyone who tries to sit in it, or even touch it, will get beaten up.

How come it's become a matter of having to give it to you?

Judging from Cao Kun's tone, Qian Xining was determined to give him her car.

This kid still disagrees and insists on buying it?

This move is absolutely incredible, it's beyond amazing!

Alright, alright, you're the first person to dare to act so arrogantly in front of me, 'Little Tyrant with Long Vine Silver Spear' Qian Haoran.

At this moment, Qian Haoran admired Cao Kun to the point of complete awe.

You have to admit it, this guy is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also incredibly good at seducing women. No wonder my older sister is so fond of him.

Seeing Cao Kun's calm and composed demeanor, Qian Haoran's eyes flickered, and a sly smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Sis, you still say he's not your boyfriend!

Qian Haoran snapped out of his daze and quickly introduced him to everyone: "This is the martial arts master I told you about, Cao Kun, Brother Kun."

As they were talking, several black SUVs drove up from a distance and stopped abruptly around them in a semi-encircling formation.

Because of the excessive speed, the wheels rubbed against the ground, making a "squeak" sound.

The car door opened, and more than a dozen burly men got out, all dressed in black and with strong builds.

These men had fierce eyes, staring intently at Cao Kun. Some of them were even carrying batons, clearly indicating that they were up to no good.

Qian Haoran was taken aback, his expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Cao Kun: "Brother Kun, are these people looking for you?"

At this moment, Cao Kun's sense of danger was swelling to its limit.

In the system interface, the entry for "City-level Mixed Martial Arts Champion" is glowing yellow, clearly indicating that it is operating at full capacity.

He finally understood where the anxiety that had been lingering in his mind since this morning came from.

These people were menacing; they were clearly after him.

He frowned, pulled Qian Haoran behind him, and whispered, "Be careful, these people are suspicious, step back a bit."

Several burly men in black formed a subtle encirclement, trapping Cao Kun in the middle.

The burly man at the head of the group said in a deep voice, "Mr. Cao, our boss wants to see you. Please come with us."

"Your boss? Would you mind telling me who he is?" Cao Kun asked fearlessly, trying to get information out of the man in black.

"You'll see when you get there." The man in black wasn't fooled.

Cao Kun scoffed, "Hiding like a coward, what if I don't go?"

The burly man at the head of the group sneered, "Then we'll have to offend you."

As he spoke, he gave a signal, and the men behind him immediately stepped forward and surrounded Cao Kun.

Qian Haoran, who was behind Cao Kun, also realized something was wrong and ran backwards while shouting:

"Brother Kun, hold on for one more minute, I'll call the bodyguards right away!"

The leader of the men in black was taken aback, then immediately yelled at his men, "What are you dawdling for? Get to work!"

The men in black seemed to snap out of their daze, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes. They quickly exchanged a glance and moved closer to Cao Kun in unison.

The most muscular man was the first to strike, swinging his baton directly at Cao Kun's face.

The other two were not idle either, attacking from the flanks in an attempt to cut off Cao Kun's retreat.

Qian Haoran's expression tightened. In his view, being attacked from both sides like this, he would probably be seriously injured even if he didn't die!

He quickly sped up and ran towards the bodyguard in the distance.

There's nothing we can do; he's too useless. If he were to actually fight, someone could probably take him down with one hand.

The leader of the men in black looked satisfied.

The men who made the move were his trusted confidants, and they were always ruthless when they took action.

As the old saying goes: "A baton with power, a raised hand with height, three blows shatter the spirit of the martial world, sir, I want to be a good person."

Don't be fooled by Cao Kun's initial arrogance; one swing of his stick and he'll be crying out in pain.

Cao Kun gave a cold laugh and said indifferently, "Why bother calling bodyguards? There's no need."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly moved, surrounded by the men in black.

He flashed by, his movements so fast they were like a blur.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three muffled thuds were heard, and before the three attackers could react, they were struck in vital areas and sent flying backward.

The three people tumbled through the air for five or six meters before crashing to the ground and losing consciousness.

The remaining men in black were somewhat bewildered by what they saw.

What's going on here?

How come this grandson is so good at fighting?

The men in black looked at each other, hesitant.

The burly man at the head of the group was also taken aback; Cao Kun's skills clearly exceeded his expectations.

However, the die was cast and could not be cast. If he couldn't bring Cao Kun to the boss, he would be the one in trouble!

His eyes swept fiercely over the crowd, a ferocious look flashing across his face:

"What are you all standing there for? Get up there!"

As he spoke, he pulled a gleaming dagger from his pocket and charged forward with a roar.

Cao Kun sneered dismissively, "A piece of trash!"

Since winning the title of "City-Level Mixed Martial Arts Champion," his fighting skills have become incredibly refined.

With the addition of three Dragon Tiger Pills, his physical condition directly surpassed his peak.

Both their strength and their nerve reaction speed far exceed those of ordinary people.

To him, these people's movements seemed like laughable slow motion.

Cao Kun moved with lightning speed and grace, defeating dozens of people in a short time.

When Qian Haoran and his bodyguards came running over, panting, Cao Kun had already lit a cigarette and was smoking it alone.

"Kun, Brother Kun! I'm here. Are you alright?"

Qian Haoran braced himself on his knees with both hands, his chest heaving violently, almost unable to breathe.

He finally managed to open his eyes, only to find a bunch of men in black lying haphazardly on the ground.

Cao Kun wore a desolate expression, as if he were an unmatched warrior, and gazed into the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It's nothing, a piece of cake."

Qian Haoran finally caught his breath, then suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze to the red-haired man behind him:

"Yongzi, I heard you want to see just how awesome Brother Kun is? How about I show you now?"