Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The ownerâs legs went weak, thinking that Andrew was questioning him.
He immediately knelt on the ground.
He wailed, âGrandmaster Thunderblade, itâs all our fault. Your money, Iâll return it to you tenfold... No, a hundred times.
âWe couldnât make your breakfast. The kitchen is gone.â
Andrew turned his head to look.
Whoosh!
On the kitchen wall, there was a large human-shaped hole. Inside the kitchen, there were glass shards and gravel everywhere.
Andrew was not an unreasonable person.
He immediately patted the restaurant ownerâs shoulder and said with a smile, âItâs okay. Itâs just a breakfast. Your restaurant has suffered a great loss, so thereâs no need to refund it. You have to be more careful in the future... Oh right, how did that wall become like this?â
The restaurant owner was rendered speechless...
Donât you know how it became like this?
Of course, although the restaurant owner thought so in his heart, he didnât dare to say it out loud.
Saying it out loud would be courting death.
âBoss, Iâm Charles from the Martial Arts Administration. You go to the financial department of the Martial Arts Administration. Weâll compensate for all the losses of your restaurant.â
Charles said this.
Everyone left and went to the next breakfast restaurant.
Only then did the boss take a long breath.
When everyone arrived at the new restaurant, they had just sat down.
Andrew suddenly thought of something and asked, âOh right, you came to Boston to resist the beast tide, right?
âThen do you know where the beast tide went?
âI heard the Heavenly God Sectâs Venerable Wuji talking to his Shadowless divine general. He said that he had reached an agreement with the Great Dong Mountainâs Black Panther King. He wanted to launch the beast tide and destroy Boston City... I hid for a day and two nights, but I didnât see the beast tide!â
Johnson smiled and said, âThere was an accident. The Heavenly God Sectâs Wuji Venerable died... Hmm?â
As he said that, Johnson suddenly widened his eyes and realized something amiss. He couldnât help but say, âWait!
âYou just said, about the beast tide, where did you hear it?â
At this moment, not only Johnson but everyone present reacted.
Charles opened his mouth.
He remembered that before Andrew went to the wilderness, he had asked him to find some information about the evil warriors.
At that time, he did not think much of it.
But at this time, Charles was also shocked. His voice was hoarse as he asked, âAndrew, you... saw Venerable Wuji?â
âI saw him!â
Andrew ate the side dishes and said naturally, âThere is still a gap between him and the photo you gave me. Venerable Wuji looks a little older.â
...
Hearing Andrew nod and admit it, everyone was shocked.
Charles suddenly shook his head.
He said seriously to Andrew, âAndrew, I know that you have a grudge with Venerable Wuji. Those evil warriors chasing after you and your sister are under Venerable Wujiâs orders. But donât be anxious. You are no match for Venerable Wuji. With your talent, as long as you cultivate in peace, you will soon have the strength to take revenge...
âMoreover, you and your sister are both safe now. You donât have to worry at all.
âVenerable Wujiâs strength is tyrannical. He is an eighth-grade second-stage Golden Body Realm expert. He has three great divine generals under his command, and many sixth and fifth-grade martial artists follow him.
âMoreover, the Heavenly God Sectâs martial artists are skilled in the combination of formations. With dozens of fifth and sixth-grade martial artists together, they can even surround and kill a saint!
âYouâre lucky this time, and nothing happened... but next time, it may not be the case.â
At this point, Charles smiled and said, âOh right, Andrew, you shouldnât know that Venerable Wuji is dead.
âHe was killed by a mysterious expert. Now you can cultivate in peace and not run around. With your talent, itâs better for you to cultivate to the ninth stage as soon as possible before entering the Ultimate realm.â
âEh?â
Andrew put down the cutlery in his hand, blinked his eyes, and said in surprise, âHow did you know that Venerable Wuji is dead?
âAt that time, all the evil martial artists present were killed by me... no one should have seen it, right?
âWhen did the Martial Arts Administrationâs intelligence department become so powerful?â
Andrew couldnât help but be shocked in his heart, and he began to admire the Martial Arts Administration.
In the intelligence department of the Martial Arts Administration, most of them were second or third-grade fighters.
They risked their lives to go deep into the wilderness for the safety of the city.
Just as Andrew admired them...
Charles suddenly stood up.
He didnât control his strength, and the cutlery in his hand was crushed.
He stood up and stared at Andrew as if he was staring at a monster. After staring for a moment, he said softly, âF*ck!â
The other people present were puzzled.
What happened to Charles?
Only Senior Johnson knew why Charles had such a reaction.
Johnson had been to the scene and had his own judgment of the fight.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
After confirming that it was Andrew, he immediately said in a deep voice, âEveryone, this matter must be kept a secret. No one can tell anyone about it!â
Hearing what Senior Johnson said, all the grandmasters present understood.
It turned out that the death of Venerable Wuji was Andrewâs doing.
Just now, Andrew had neglected to practice, which was enough to shock a few people. Now, hearing the news of the explosion, they were so shocked that their eyeballs almost fell out.
Genius?
No, he was completely a monster.
If an 18-year-old grandmaster was a monster, it was possible that he would be targeted and assassinated by evil martial artists.
However, killing an eighth-stage Golden Body Realm at the age of 18...
No matter how much the evil martial artists paid, no matter how many people died, they would not let Andrew off.
Once Andrew truly grew up, their evil martial artists would be uprooted.
As for Andrew, seeing everyoneâs reaction, he felt that there was no need to be so cautious.
If this matter were to spread, wouldnât there be more evil path warriors coming to kill him?
To him, they were simply giving him strengthening points.
How could he refuse such a good thing?
If the Heavenly God Sect wanted to kill him, it was impossible for them to directly dispatch the leader of the Heavenly God Sect himself.
That would be too embarrassing.
For an 18-year-old boy, the sect leader of the Heavenly God Sect had personally come.
It sounded embarrassing just by saying it out loud.
Was this the level of the Heavenly God Sect?
An 18-year-old boy was enough to scare the Heavenly God Sect?
They must have sent a few eighth-stage Golden Body Realm warriors to give them experience, and then ninth-stage...
As they fought, the other party would realize that they couldnât beat him, and they would have to prevent him from killing them.
Thinking about it, even Andrew was a little excited.
At this time, the martial arts grandmasters in the restaurant had a firm martial heart, and they quickly regained their composure.
However, the way they looked at Andrew was strange.
Charles came back to his senses and looked around.
The people in the restaurant were all ordinary.
However, just in case, he still released his spiritual power and covered the entire restaurant.