"Song Zhihe, the 78th generation successor of the Song family, greets Young Master Su.”
An old man in a grey suit respectfully cupped his hands at the young man who had his back to him.
"Thank you, Young Master Su, for resolving the crisis of my Song family's dojo! Song Zhihe will never forget your kindness. If Young Master Su needs me in any way, I will die even if I have to climb a mountain of knives or go through a sea of fire!”
Although the old man had white hair and beard, his eyes were bright. His entire body had a sharp aura that did not match his age. If he had to describe it, it was like a knife. Although it was in the scabbard, it had already revealed some of its sharpness.
His eyes were filled with gratitude.
If it weren't for this man in front of them, their Song family's dojo would have been finished.
In recent years, with the development of modern weapons and the legal restrictions on martial arts, martial arts in the East Continent had declined.
Martial arts was originally a killing technique, but now they could only be taught for viewing and were not practical.
These limitations caused the living space of some dojos to shrink. The Song Clan's dojo was no exception.
Although he had seen this reality, Song Zhihe was unwilling to give up on the idea of restoring the glory of the Song family's dojo and the Song family's sword.
He would never forget how his father held his hand before he died and told him to restore the Song family's martial arts center. He must not let the Song family's sword be destroyed.
It was also for this reason that even though his family was struggling and his wife divorced him because of this, he was still struggling to support himself. He only wanted to find a living space for the Song family's martial arts school.
But even so, the Song family dojo was barely able to maintain itself.
When a house leaks, it rains. His younger brother, an ignorant and incompetent hooligan, had actually become addicted to gambling. Not only did he lose almost all of his money, but he even pawned the shop of the Song family's dojo.
Therefore, a few days ago, dozens of hooligans surrounded the Song family's dojo and insisted on chasing them out. He and his daughter fought hard and finally beat the hooligans away one by one.
They thought that the matter was about to come to an end, but who knew that the boss behind these hooligans seemed to have an extraordinary background. He actually called in special forces. They were all ordinary people, so how could they deal with special forces?
It would have been fine if he had just surrendered, but the hooligans with the special agents had actually touched his daughter. Seeing that they were about to drag his daughter into the car, he could no longer hold it in. Just as he was about to take out his knife and fight to the death with these hooligans and special agents who had gone too far, a black luxury car suddenly arrived.
A man in a suit got out of the car. As soon as he came out, he fired a shot into the sky. Then, he walked in front of the special agent and threw a red ID in the face of the special agent.
The special agent was originally quite angry, but after seeing the red ID, he ignored his slightly red face and turned to the man in the suit.
Immediately after, the man in the suit said a few words to the special agent. The special agent immediately pointed his gun at the hooligans and apologized to him. He said that no one would disturb them in the future. Then, he escorted the hooligans away.
The man in the suit looked at them deeply and turned to leave.
Not long after the man in the suit and the special agent left, a marten man dressed in gold and silver came to the Song Dojo in a hurry. Without a word, he threw down a pile of dragon coins and knelt in front of him and his daughter, slapping himself continuously.
He said that he had failed to recognize Mount Tai and hoped that they would be magnanimous and let him off. As for the money that his brother owed him, he would treat it as a gift from him. The pile of dragon coins on the ground was also his filial piety. In the future, he would pay such a sum of money every month as a token of his filial piety, hoping that they would be magnanimous.
At this point, he and his daughter were already stunned. Just as they were feeling uneasy at home and could not sleep, and could not figure out the cause and effect, the man in a suit finally came to their Song Dojo again.
Before they could explain, they were brought here.
It was also in the car that they learned from the man in the suit that everything was instructed by his master.
And his master was actually the eldest young master of the Su family in Division 1, Su Xun!
When they heard the news, he and his daughter felt as if their heads had been hit by a heavy hammer.
A big shot in Division 1! Moreover, he was a big shot who stood at the top of Division 1!
Ordinary people like them who lived in Division 8 would usually be surprised to see people from Division 7. Now, such a big shot from Division 1 wanted to see them!
Moreover, this big shot had resolved the conflict between their Song Clan Dojo not long ago.
All of this seemed like a dream to Song Zhihe. Even now, when he looked at the young man with his back to him, he still felt that it was an illusion.
"Elder Song, you're too kind."
Su Xun finally turned around and looked at the old man.
Was this the post-apocalyptic female Saber King, Song Miao's father?
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