Wang Lu Feng and Wang Nanguo sat together in the back seat of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau's SUV, driving on the highway.
"Dad, what's there to see in a martial arts tournament? I heard it's just a bunch of unsuccessful first-grade Martial Artists. I'd rather eat mom's dumplings."
Wang Lu Feng complained.
Ever since he started special training, it had been a long time since he had eaten dumplings.
Wang Nanguo needed to go to Yu Liang City to personally interrogate a criminal. He heard there was a martial arts tournament with sky-high ticket prices, and he managed to get a few tickets.
Thinking that his son was about to go to college, he decided to take Wang Lu Feng along to have a look.
"Lu Feng, you're young, be careful not to become arrogant.
"Although first-grade Martial Artists are weak, the combat awareness and understanding of extreme killing among these fighters are not weak at all.
