Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and his two companions landed and walked toward the old man.

"Distinguished guests... Why have you returned?" Hope blossomed in the old man's heart when he saw Darren and the others turn back. He prayed that they could help him, or his grandson would be in danger.

"It's too foggy in the north. We couldn't find the way," replied Darren.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the old man said, shaking his head. "It's winter now. There will be fog in the north. Ordinary people would have a challenging time figuring out the correct direction. I should have considered this when giving you instructions." The old man apologized when he realized his mistake.

"No harm done. Would you please lead the way for us?" asked Darren.

"Of course! But there is a small issue. As you can see, these shameless gangsters want to kill us. I'm afraid..." the old man trailed off as he turned to glance at the gangsters.

"They won't bother you for much longer. I will help you get rid of them," Darren uttered coldly.

"How dare you! Who the hell are you? Whatever is happening here is none of your business!"

the leader of the gangsters, Keen, roared. He had been observing Darren for a while now but couldn't figure out Darren's realm. Truth was, Darren had deliberately hidden the aura of his

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ou, sir. I will never forget your great kindness." He bowed as he spoke.

"Get up." Darren's face darkened slightly. "Here's another lesson. A man should be of indomitable spirit and should not kneel in front of another so easily."

"Yes, sir."

Lionel scrambled to his feet. His aura seemed to have changed. Everyone could sense that he had become more powerful.

The old man also wanted to kneel and express his gratitude, but when he heard Darren's words, he stood straighter than before. His earlier defeated demeanor changed to one of pride and confidence. He even felt a surge of hot blood in his heart.

"Sir, I've learned a lot from you. Thank you very much." Excitement reflected in the old man's tone.

Darren nodded slightly. "Then, please lead the way. I have something urgent to deal with, and only you can help us navigate through the fog."

Thump.

Just then, the old man fell to his knees.

"Sir, although my grandson is young, he is sensible and obedient. Please accept him as your servant and give him a chance to live safely. I will never forget your great kindness," the old man appealed.

"Grandpa..." Lionel cried. He knew that his grandfather wanted Darren to take him away to safeguard him from future trouble by the Dragon Hell's gangsters.