Situ Jie took a deep breath, hanging between his heart and lungs, not daring to go up or down.

At this time, Sun Lutang took two steps forward, turned his right hand, and pressed Situ Jie's shoulder with his palm.

The old man speaks in a friendly manner, just like an old man playing chess on the street joking with an old neighbor: "Did you know that there is my grandson in the car?"

The cold wind blew into his heart, bringing with it a deep chill, and Situ Jie fell into silence.

Sun Lutang said calmly: "We'll talk about it after we think about it."

Situ Jie lowered his hands to his sides, mustering up the courage to fight to the death, but his courage quickly dissipated, and he once again felt his own powerlessness.

Weak, weak, still too weak, too weak!!!

His hands were clenched into fists, with the joints turning white. The cleanly cut nails dug deeply into the flesh of the palms, scratching the skin and crushing the capillaries, leaving wounds marked by the nails.

Blood seeped into the fingers, dripping onto the ground, breaking into eight petals.

Situ Jie had beads of sweat on his forehead, and finally answered with two words: "I know."

"Young man, you are an open-minded person." Sun Lutang patted Situ Jie's right shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the old man walked over with flip-flops on his back.

The soldiers on both sides hurriedly gave way and stayed away from Sun Lutang.

After walking for several steps, Sun Lutang stood still. Situ Jie looked nervous, and the soldiers' hands holding their guns couldn't stop shaking.

"What are you waiting for? Bring the car over!" Sun Lutang curled his lips and muttered: "I don't know how to feel sorry for the old man. Our old arms and legs need to be taken good care of."

Uh-huh~~Uh-huh~~

The jeep restarted and chased behind Sun Lutang.

Sun Lutang tapped his feet lightly on the ground, jumped onto the roof of the car, turned his head and said with a smile: "Girl, give me a seat."

"Yes!" Bai Yanmiao's voice was full of respect, and she patted the roof of the car with her palm. She used the force to turn over and get through the window of the right rear door.

Watching the jeep go away, Situ Jie gasped loudly:

"Breathe~~~~~~~~~~~Breathe~~~~~~~~~"

"I, I survived? Mr. Sun actually didn't kill me?"

The next second, severe pain came, and Situ Jie's face was as white as a sheet of paper and he lowered his head to look.

His right arm was hanging limply, and there was only one feeling in his shoulder, upper arm, elbow, forearm, wrist, palm, and fingers - pain!

If someone used X-rays, they would find that the bones of this arm were shattered into debris, like tofu after being ground, completely useless.

"Is this the price?!" Situ Jie murmured and quickly called the team doctor, "Help me perform an operation to replace this arm."

The doctor wears a white coat with a work badge on his chest, and the red and white umbrella logo is particularly conspicuous.

She is not a traditional doctor, but comes from a special department of the Red Umbrella Company.

The woman wears gold-rimmed eyes, has a sweet smile, and speaks politely:

"You are a lv4 transcendent. The strength of your arm itself exceeds that of most man-made alloys. If you use an old mechanical prosthesis, it may not be ideal. I wonder if you need to try the latest biochemical technology?"

Gritting his teeth, Situ Jie said ferociously: "Can you make me stronger?"

"Of course." The female doctor nodded slightly.

Situ Jidao: "If you want to give, you must give me the best. Money is not an issue."

On the highway, the jeep headed towards District 7.

Sun Lutang sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, winking at Wang Jun.

"How about the pretense I just put on... ahem, the show of holiness in front of people just now was not bad, was it?"

Wang Jun nodded and said: "It's so-so, I can only say it's okay."

"Ah? Isn't this cool enough?" Sun Lutang's left eyebrow squeezed his right eyebrow, making his old face look a little childish.

Wang Jun smiled and said, "I think that with your senior status, you don't have to talk to the minions. You shouldn't get out of the car at all. Just snap your fingers and deal with them. Sister Feng Xiao can just drive directly into the city."

"But doesn't this mean I'm changing my clothes at night for someone to see?" Sun Lutang said.

Wang Jun shrugged, "Old man, don't forget, the era we live in is the information age, and all image data will be recorded."

This sentence suddenly woke up the dreamer. Sun Lutang blinked his eyes and whispered: "It seems so."

"Old man, it's actually been a long time since you..." Wang Jun didn't say a word, raised his eyebrows and gave a look.

"Yeah, it's been too long." Sun Lutang pursed his lips and chuckled. His strength had been suppressed to less than 30% for many years, and he often had to worry about physical injuries, but he didn't dare to die.

It's not because of some bullshit current situation, nor is it because I want to single-handedly suppress the many ambitious people inside and outside the Federation.

Simply because his only relative has not yet fully fledged.

Sun Buwu is the only bloodline of the Sun family.

As a lv3 person with the ability to compete with lv4 people, he is indeed worthy of being called a genius.

However, the bad thing is that his surname is Sun, Sun Lutang's grandson.

How did a great generation of martial gods rise, how did they practice, and how did they embark on a path of martial arts and spirituality that was completely different from that of most extraordinary beings.

There are too many questions, which arouse the curiosity of the world, especially other demigods.

If the Martial God Sun Lutang is still alive, everything is easy to say, but if the Martial God is dead, Sun Buwu is just a child guarding the treasure mountain in the eyes of many lv5 demigods, who can be manipulated at will.

Feng Ya folded her hands together and held down the hem of her skirt. Her face looked honest and well-behaved, but her heart was filled with an explosion-like shock.

Mr. Sun is a mighty martial artist. How dare this ordinary-looking man be so casual?

The conversation between Wang Jun and Sun Lutang was very ordinary, but the attitude between them was cordial and friendly that the elderly and people separated by one or two generations did not have.

Feng Ya observed his words and expressions, and clearly felt that Sun Lutang treated Wang Jun as an equal.

The throat drops slightly, and curiosity fills the lake in the heart, just like the fish's favorite bait is thrown into the clear water pool, and every bubble that rises is the restlessness of the fish.

He, he, who is he? Why can't he have a more beautiful face? What a pity... Feng Ya couldn't help but look at Wang Jun.

Sun Lutang suddenly said: "Little friend Wang Jun, since you are staying with me and are about to enter the city, there is no need to continue talking to me with this face that no one knows."

Pointing his finger at his face and drawing circles, Sun Lutang smiled and said: "You have such a handsome face, wouldn't it be a waste of the talent God gave you if you cover it up?"

The face is very handsome... Feng Ya grasps the key words, and it is like hearing the sound of nature.
Chapter completed!