You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

Gao Zhan looked at the smug young master and tilted his head to ask.

Tang Qiwen completely ignored Gao Zhan, not even glancing at him, and stared at Zhang Jinghan, "Brother Chengzhi, what refined taste you have! Enjoying such a romantic evening with my father's woman, and even inviting this one along..."

Only then did he glance at Gao Zhan, "This one..."

"What's your name again?" he asked, seemingly having forgotten Gao Zhan's name.

"You should remember my name," Gao Zhan said with a smile. "After all, I slept with the woman you loved most, how could you not remember my name?"

"You fucking..."

In an instant, Tang Qiwen broke down, his forehead veins bulging as he stared intently at Gao Zhan.

"Although you are the eldest son of Master Tang," Gao Zhan had to make a choice now, even if he didn't want to, "it seems you're not so popular with women?"

"They'd rather give it to a poor kid like me than... hahaha..." Gao Zhan laughed.

"Oh dear, Young Master Tang, you really are, really are..."

"Uncle Li!!!"

At this moment, Tang Qiwen let out a low roar, and the next instant, a figure appeared in front of Gao Zhan like a ghost, and then slapped him.

Very quickly, extremely quickly, much faster than the last person who tried to assassinate him.

However, Gao Zhan managed to evade it.

Gao Zhan had been staring at this ball of energy from the very beginning. It felt completely different from the energy in the bodies of the other people around him.

This person's strength, if placed in Gao Zhan's hometown, would be equivalent to a ninth-level cultivator.

When Gao Zhan was in school, the physical education teachers were generally highly skilled, around this level. Elementary school PE teachers were usually at the ninth level, while middle school teachers were at the tenth level, depending on the type of school.

Some schools are purely sports schools, which generally teach martial arts and were originally famous martial arts sects.

Of course, now it has become XXX Sports Academy and XXX Vocational and Technical College.

In ancient times, the principals of these schools would be like sect leaders, and sects often had patriarchs whose strength was no less than that of the sect leader. They were usually school board members or honorary principals.

Of course, this only refers to physical education teachers. Physical education teachers are basically like this, around level nine or ten.

As for why physical education teachers demand a certain level of talent, the principle is quite simple: there is no shortage of exceptionally talented students among physical education students, and teenagers are most likely to cause trouble at this age.

At this point, a strong and capable teacher is often needed to control them.

The ninth and tenth revolutions are realms that ordinary people can reach through diligent cultivation, but beyond the tenth revolution depends on individual aptitude. After all, kids of that age are generally disliked by everyone.

Add to that some martial arts skills, and the threat they can pose is no ordinary matter.

Therefore, in Gao Zhan's hometown, if a child who knows martial arts commits a crime, and the circumstances are particularly serious, the Law on the Protection of Minors will not apply, and the child will be treated as an adult.

As for the old man's twelve revolutions, that's pure bullying.

During his rebellious phase, Gao Zhan wasn't much different from his peers. Although he wasn't an athlete, he knew martial arts. And because he had practiced martial arts since childhood, his skills were actually better than the average person in his class.

He caused a lot of trouble and was often beaten by the director of the political education department and the physical education teacher.

Gao Zhan's high school political education director was an eleventh-level martial arts master, and he had been beaten up by him quite a few times.

You know what, this kind of high-intensity training does actually help with practical experience.

Of course, the opponent is definitely not there to kill you, so it is still somewhat different from actual combat.

As the palm strike came, Gao Zhan's memory seemed to return to that golden era.

Back then, I was a high school student, always in a gloomy and world-weary state. I had long hair parted in a 3/7 ratio and would shake my head from time to time. I was a melancholy male god in the eyes of girls.

At this time, he would often receive a stern slap from the director of the political education department.

But this time, it's different!

Everything is different now!!!

He is no longer the same person he used to be!

He wants this world to no longer be able to block his view!

So Gao Zhan managed to dodge it.

He even kicked the other person.

"Fuck you, you old wall lamp! I've put up with you for far too long!!"

Gao Zhan unleashed all the anger he had accumulated during his high school years. At that moment, he surpassed the limit of the fourth level and briefly reached a realm he had never achieved before.

Not only did he dodge the fierce slap, but he also kicked out, striking the old man's waist with a powerful blow.

"You son of a bitch, haven't I been giving you too much face?!"

"You slut!"

*Smack!*

The sound came, and the withered, tall, thin old man wearing sunglasses was kicked to the ground by Gao Zhan.

At this moment, Tang Qiwen revealed a cruel smile, "Scream? Why aren't you screaming anymore?"

"Scream!!!"

He looked at Gao Zhan and roared.

He was not surprised until he noticed that Gao Zhan was still sneering, while the old man was sitting on the ground, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with shock.

"Idiot," Gao Zhan said, looking at him.

This made Tang Qiwen feel like his lungs were about to explode.

He only wanted to do one thing now: kill this man, right here, in the concession. In…

"You intend to kill someone on Albion territory, young master?" At this moment, the second master also spoke up, "You want to kill this Brother Gao on Albion land?"

"Your father is nothing but a dog of the foreigners. Today he has to wag his tail for the foreigners, tomorrow he has to wag his tail for the general. Who the hell do you think you are?"

The second master didn't hold back at all, cursing directly, "You son of a bitch, you're nothing but a dog's son, a dog's son, you know that? Dog! Son!

"This kid..."

At this moment, the old man's voice rang out, "Young master, this kid is probably no ordinary person."

The old man's voice, like his physique, was very dry.

"So what!?" Tang Qiwen stared at the old man.

"Young Master Tang," Gao Zhan spoke up at this moment, "don't you think you're so great?"

"Huh? You bastard."

"If you're not your father, who the hell do you think you are?"

"What the hell? Does he really think he's someone important?"

"If it weren't for your father, you'd have been stabbed to death a long time ago. What the hell do you think you are? What the hell do you think you are? Huh???"

"You even went to study in a foreign country, you've been studying abroad for so many years, and all you've learned is a hook, you fucking..."

Gao Zhan cursed and swore, "Do you know what we were just talking about? Huh? I'll repeat it again, listen carefully, you four-eyed bastard, you look like this, wearing all those designer brands, smearing that damn hair oil that smells like cow dung, and you still look like this!"

"Oh, Second Master, I wasn't talking about you," Gao Zhan glanced back at Zhang Jinghan, "Although you wear glasses, at least you're handsome."

Zhang Jinghan's face darkened.