The old man's expression grew even more excited, saying, "Young man, what did I tell you? Facts speak louder than words; scientific evidence proves there really are martial arts masters."
Actually, he didn't really believe it deep down, after all, they were all people living in modern society; he just wanted to give Zheng Sen a pack of biscuits.
Outside, a drizzle began to fall, looking like chains of blood rain under the red mist.
The sound of gunfire stretched on continuously, neither hurried nor slow.
Zheng Sen said nothing, just stared blankly at the scene below. He couldn't see the specifics clearly, but still found it quite shocking; a glimmer of hope rose in his silent heart. After all, having such powerful kind around was always a good thing.
The old man, without saying a word, directly picked up his phone and started recording video, somewhat like an obsessed young fan. His persistent longing for martial arts drove him to eagerly share with others.
