A nineteen-year-old boy was filled with friends in his nineteen years of life, racing, gambling, swearing, skipping classes and playing every day, and being ignorant. What would he become if such a person suddenly possessed superman's strength and almost spent money, as well as a powerful force directly under his control?

Nouveau riche, yes, a real nouveau riche.

Fang Wen is such a nouveau riche, a nouveau riche with a golden solution flowing out of his pores, and he wishes he could replace his big teeth with diamonds.

Chicago United Steel Company? After dying, the company's operating conditions are very good and he doesn't need to take care of it.

University of Chicago? Oh, where does his door open? It seems that Fang Wen has never seen his mentor look like.

The Chicago branch of the Fengmen Xuanfeng Division? Oh my God, who else will challenge them here? Fengmen is the underground king here! Fang Wen doesn’t need to pay much attention to it.

Therefore, Fang Wen hired a professional driver with a noble temperament, two pretty blonde female secretary, bought a luxurious extended RV, and brought sixteen masters from Xuanfeng Department, who roamed the market every day, spent every day, and died of drunkenness. A RV, four limited edition Mercedes-Benz, and sixteen personal bodyguards dressed like agents. This is a must-have outfit for Fang Wen to travel every day.

As night fell, Fang Wen's extremely eye-catching small convoy appeared on Stewart Street, which is Chicago's Chinatown.

The convoy stopped at the entrance of a traditionally decorated Chinese restaurant. Fang Wen casually hugged the two secretaries and got out of the car, shouting in half-baked English: "The Chinese food here is very good. A bowl of shark fin soup is quite authentic, and the abalone rice tastes so good. Of course, the waiters here are also very delicious."

The blonde woman in her arms chuckled and twisted her body, rubbing her plump chest against Fang Wen's arm.

Fang Wen, who dressed as a standard playboy and wore a lilac fluorescent suit under the light, shivered suddenly. Although he hired two secretaries because of his impulse, out of the aesthetics of the Easterners, he really didn't have much appetite for these two secretaries. But how could a qualified nouveau riche not bring a few women with him? Before finding a woman that suits his taste, Fang Wen felt that he should temporarily tolerate the "sexual harassment" of these two cows.

Western woman Fang Wen shrugged helplessly.

There seemed to be a tall figure floating slowly in front of me. Fang Wen felt a cramp in his heart.

He said to himself: "Wenwen... Should I go to find you? A person who is already 'dead'. The person who dared not see you again at the beginning."

In that moment, Fang Wen lost his mind.

At the intersection of the street more than 100 meters away, several men in black Zhongshan suits slowly separated the crowd and walked towards Fang Wen and the others.

The strong man with extremely tall and burly size in the center said coldly: "Is this the boy with the Wind Spirit Body? A real dude."

A strong young man beside him sneered, "It's okay to kill him. A person who may have practiced the Fengmen Fengyu Jing to the highest level is too threatening." He raised his finger and waved it gently.

Just when Fang Wen was lost, a fatal attack suddenly came.

Thirty-two domineering hidden weapon "Ben Lei Shuo" with a two-foot-long fist thickness blasted down from the high building near the restaurant with a deafening sound of breaking through the air. The sixteen Xuanfeng disciples around Fang Wen's side also exploded transparent holes about a foot thick at the same time. The terrible force carried by the Ben Lei Shuo almost knocked them into the ground. Thirty-two heavy Ben Lei Shuo hit the ground with a large piece of flesh and blood. The road surface of more than ten meters in the entrance of the restaurant exploded with loud noises, and the broken cement blocks burst out from all directions like bullets. The two blonde women in Fang Wen's arms were beaten into a ball of meat sauce.

Fang Wen slashed his hands quickly, and his body rolled like a gyro, creating a hazy phantom in the air. He avoided the shooting of the cement blocks. Thumb-sized fragments slid across his body with strong force, tearing his clothes to pieces.

The three-month special training in the Amazon Primitive Forest Training Camp has achieved certain results. Fang Wen saw that sixteen Xuanfeng disciples were killed by someone, and he instinctively used his body skills to escape from the scene. The enemy is very strong and there are many people. Fang Wen remembered what Mr. Xue Da told him: No one in the world can match your skills in escaping.

Fang Wen is not ready to really fight with people. He just wants to enjoy his life, but he doesn't feel that he needs to pay too much for these enjoyments. Or in this way, his feelings for the Fengmen are not very deep, and he doesn't think he should risk his life for the Fengmen. Who knows what these assassins are?

Then, run away.

The toes were heavy on a cement board about a foot wide shot towards the face, and a green glow came from Fang Wen's body, and he was about to escape from the scene.

"Bengyue!" A loud roar came from more than a hundred meters away. The strong man, who was over two meters tall, took out a big sword from somewhere. His hands were exposed with blue veins and held the big sword firmly, exhaled and slashed at Fang Wen with a fierce sword. When he swung the sword, he was still more than a hundred meters away from Fang Wen. When he spitted his sword, the blade had already reached Fang Wen.

This is a sword that perfectly combines strength, speed and angle. The strong man almost teleported behind Fang Wen. The rolling sword aura brought by the blade was like a mountain, pressing firmly on Fang Wen's heart. At this moment, Fang Wen saw nothing in front of him, only the shiny blade, and only the blade with a slightly golden light was getting closer and closer.

The countless martial arts and fighting skills taught by Mr. Feng Da were thrown to Java. Fang Wen's mind was blank and he didn't know how to stop this knife.

He just instinctively wanted to escape. He turned sharply, and the man turned in the air for dozens of weeks, causing a shrill sound of wind that had already stretched out more than ten meters.

The blade was cut into the bone, and the big knife slashed from Fang Wen's back neck and slid out from his tail vertebrae. Fang Wen's spine was chopped into two pieces with one knife.

The indifferent young man had already approached the battle group silently. He shouted in a deep voice: "Come on the mountain!"

The young man's body was blown to pieces, and his right arm suddenly expanded to three times thicker than normal. The shiny red arm had painted black blood vessels, and the meridians swelled high. He punched Fang Wen's heart. The terrible fist strength was like an iron pillar that rushed into Fang Wen's body. Fang Wen could easily twist his body gently, and his fist pierced through Fang Wen's left shoulder, making a transparent hole in his body. The flesh and blood splattered, and the fist wind that was condensed was blowing out from afar, and a fist print about a foot deep on the cement wall of a building a hundred meters away.

Fang Wenlian was seriously injured. He spitted out a mouthful of blood on his face, and rushed out dozens of meters like a broken winged bird, falling heavily to the ground.

The strong man holding a big sword in the Spring and Autumn Period shouted: "I'll take his head! You can clean up the scene and prepare to leave. The dog legs of Xuanfeng's tribe are coming soon."

On the high-rise building near the restaurant, more than a dozen middle-aged men in black Zhongshan suits flew down and rushed to the restaurant, rushing out the Thunder Shuttle that had been deeply buried underground. The strong man roared wildly, and a circle of air waves rolled out from him, bombing Fang Wen's RV and the driver who was scared and screaming in the car for more than ten meters away. He swung his sword and pointed the blade straight into Fang Wen's neck.

The big sword fell, and Fang Wen was about to be split into two pieces. A sharp scalpel suddenly appeared in front of the big sword. The thin and small Mr. Xue Da came out from somewhere and gently slashed the Chunqiu sword. The terrifying and cold bone-permeable force was like a blizzard in the North Pole, rushing into the strong man's body in waves. The Chunqiu sword shattered inch by inch. The big man roared wildly, and his arms exploded at the same time, and the flesh and blood with ice slags flew far away. He dragged two white hand bones back in awe, opened his mouth, and the blood stasis of the small ice crystals spurted out.

"Old Devil Xue! Retreat!" The fierce young man shook all over and roared wildly.

Mr. Xue Da sighed and said with a long sigh, "I hurt my heart and soul, can you still want to escape?"

With his arms trembling, Mr. Xue Da's wide white coat spread out like a bird's wing, and his huge and powerful body was swelling. Dozens of scalpels and hundreds of silver needles were sprayed out on his white coat, and with biting cold light, they shot towards the enemies in chaos in front of the restaurant. The absolute gap in strength determined the fate of these assassins. Each of them had more than a dozen transparent holes on their bodies, and black poisonous blood was sprayed out all over their bodies and they died on the spot. Mr. Xue Da touched his nose in dissatisfaction and muttered: "Most half of the hidden weapons have been miserably beaten. I'm really not a good thing to play with hidden weapons."

On the street more than a hundred meters away, more than a dozen innocent pedestrians were shot by Mr. Xue Da's scalpel, silver needle and other hidden weapons. The poison on the hidden weapons instantly took their lives. The pedestrians next to them reacted at this time, holding their heads and screaming loudly, fleeing in a panic like mice blowing up their nests.

Mr. Xue Da quickly took out a bottle of powder and sprinkled it on the wound where Fang Wen was spewing a lot of blood. He was satisfied and patted Fang Wen's butt like a butcher who was choosing a livestock. "Little baby, you will be the product on my operating table sooner or later! Tsk tsk, I have lost money in the past few months and followed you regardless of face. Sure enough, you fell into my hands!"

Mr. Xue Da laughed so happily: "The wind is strong, you can't blame me. I'm saving your student's life! Oh, hehe, hahahaha!"

A twin-rotor helicopter slid silently over an altitude of more than 100 meters above the ground. Mr. Xue Da grabbed Fang Wen with one hand, leveraged several forces on the roadside building, and lightly entered the helicopter. The helicopter increased its horsepower, pulled up straight, and flew to the west quickly. Below, more than a dozen police cars arrived late, and the fat police rushed out of the police car shouting.

The South China Sea is close to the Western Pacific Ocean. The island presents a standard conical volcanic landform. The island with a circumference of only five or six kilometers is so ordinary in this vast ocean. Among the sparse beech trees, large groups of seabirds are rising and falling. When the sea breeze blows, the bird feathers are raised high into the sky, and then they are hindered into the sea by the wind.

A streamlined small aircraft flew over the sea almost immediately, and climbed up quickly when it was less than a thousand meters away from the island, and plunged towards the volcano in the middle of the island. Three square nozzles appeared under the belly of the plane, and bright blue flames erupted, and the plane almost stopped on the volcano. The rock formation in the crater slowly slid open, revealing a vertically downward metal passage. The small aircraft slowly descended and descended into the passage. The rock formation on the crater rolled up again, and everything returned to its original state. All this was quiet and did not alarm a bird.

The aircraft cabin door was violently kicked open, and the heavy cabin door was kicked away dozens of meters away, almost hitting several guards on duty nearby. Mr. Feng Da, who had a black face, flew out of the plane and shouted sternly: "How is Fang Wen?"

Mr. Xue Da's voice came from somewhere, full of pride and arrogance: "Oh, how could I die in my hand? Although my spine was split and my nerves were broken. Although my heart meridian was severely damaged and my heart was almost knocked into a tofu by the mountain fist, it was hard to die in my Mr. Xue Da's hand!"

Mr. Feng's expression became a little better. But Mr. Xue's next words immediately made Mr. Feng, who was walking along the tunnel, go crazy. "I don't charge you Fengmen's medical expenses. I took out the 1,000 milliliters of blood, 100 milliliters of semen and ten milliliters of bone marrow you promised me. Oh, the medical expenses are still a little bit. I took a little bit more of each, just a little bit. Don't you object?"

Built from dark green unknown metal, with many strange words and patterns carved on it, Mr. Feng Da went crazy. He instantly broke through the speed of sound, and the white air waves shocked hundreds of disciples and guards who were passing through the tunnel, and the terrible shock waves seriously injured these unlucky ghosts at the same time.

After running forward for nearly a thousand meters, Mr. Feng Da rushed into a huge, sci-fi hall.

The hall is covered with all kinds of strange instruments. The words on the instruments are exactly the same as those in the tunnel in front. The instruments have a strange shape and special style. No matter how you look at them, they are not what you have on the earth. The hall is longer than 500 meters and about 200 meters wide. A huge transparent container is inlaid in the wall. Twelve corpses with heights of more than 2 meters and fifty, thick and strong, and cold-faced appearances are soaked in the light green solution.

The faces of the twelve corpses are roughly the same as ordinary people, except that their ears are slightly sharp and their brains seem particularly developed.

Mr. Feng Da, who rushed into the hall, didn't bother to settle the score with Mr. Xue Da. He walked to the huge container that was 100 meters away, respectfully kowtowed to the twelve corpses thirty-six times in a row, and recited silently for a while. Mr. Xue Da, who was wearing a white coat and standing beside him with his belly, shouted with a pride, "Feng Da, I don't believe you dare to beat me in front of the ancestors and the others!"

After Mr. Feng Da kowtowed, he stood up and sneered at Mr. Xue Da viciously: "You have calculated this point, so you don't need to put it in the American medical center. You deliberately came to the main hall to use the instruments left by the ancestor to treat Fang Wen, right?"

Mr. Xue Da smiled proudly. He shook his head and said proudly: "I have decided this! Alas, don't say that, except for the set of first aid equipment left by the ancestor, I can't take out 100,000 milliliters of blood, 10,000 milliliters of semen and 2,000 milliliters of bone marrow from Fang Wen in these three days."

"What?" Mr. Feng Da was angry. He grabbed Mr. Xue Da suddenly and screamed: "How many did you say you took?"

Mr. Xue Da rubbed his nose, kicked his short legs and said, "You put me down, let me down, when you are two feet taller than me, isn't it a little blood? The first aid equipment of the ancestor is powerful. As long as you provide enough nutrients and energy, it will not harm his body at all. Oh, let me down."

Mr. Feng Da let go of his hand, and Mr. Xue Da floated to the ground, walked to a huge transparent vessel in the middle of the hall, pointing to Fang Wen who was floating in the dark green solution in the vessel and smiled: "We all know the origin of the ancestor, even the aliens who were unlucky to crash on Earth more than a thousand years ago. This set of equipment has a great effect. This kid has nothing to do. Don't worry."

With his head tilted and looking at Fang Wen who was carrying the carrier in the vessel in a daze, Mr. Xue Da sighed quietly: "If it weren't for taking enough experimental materials from this only test item, would you think I would be willing to start this set of things from the ancestor? Energy, there is not much energy in these things, and I haven't found a suitable replacement yet!"

After looking at the twelve corpses in the huge container, and then looking at Fang Wen floating in the dark green solution, Mr. Feng's eyes twitched a few times and said in a low voice: "There is a traitor, otherwise no one would know about Fang Wen. This time, the reaction speed of the dragon gate was too fast."

Raising his hands, Mr. Xue Da said, "Injecting the nerve recovery agent, this kid has been sleeping for three days and should have recovered. Well, traitor? This is what you are responsible for."

"Hmph." Mr. Feng Da sneered a few times and whispered: "There are not many people who know that Fang Wen is the body of Feng Ling. The one who leaked the news to Longmen was from the Secret Wind Division."

Mr. Xue Da shook his head, twisted his butt, and said loudly: "Inject three Yuan liquid, this kid's body can bear it."

He looked up at Mr. Feng Da and smiled, "I'm not interested in traitors. Longmen has set his sights on Fang Wen. Before he really has the ability to protect himself, you'd better not let him appear in front of others."

After coughing, Mr. Xue Da smiled and said, "Don't you think that the spaceship of the ancestor is the safest place in the world? Before Fang Wen truly mastered the various skills he needed, don't you think that this living treasure should be left here?"

"You are not allowed to hurt him." Mr. Feng stared at Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue Da cried out and said, "Why am I willing to hurt him? I will take good care of him. Be more careful than taking care of my biological son. Don't worry!"

"Your biological son? Do you have it?" Mr. Feng sneered a few times, raised his hands behind his back, and stopped talking. The first chapter of the road, goodbye, Chapter 10
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