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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nThe two of them were at the Grandmaster realm. It shouldn’t be a problem for them to deal with Andrew, who was also at the Grandmaster realm, right?

nThe news on his phone was obtained by his friends in Boston.

nRight now, Mad Saber was thinking that he must not expose his identity. If they found out that he was here to kill Andrew, he would be finished.

nHowever, after thinking about it carefully, even though he knew Andrew, the other party did not know him.

nThis way, he might have a chance to get close to Andrew and use a scheme to kill him.

nMad Saber could not help but let out a sinister smile.

nAt this time, at the entrance of a high-end restaurant.

nAndrew got out of the taxi.

nIn the restaurant, a woman about 30 years old came up to him.

nShe lowered her voice and said directly, “Grandmaster Andrew, I’m a staff member of the Martial Arts Administration’s intelligence department. The people you’re looking for are eating here. They are…”

nThe woman pointed to a private room.

nAndrew nodded and said, “Okay, your task is done. Tell your people to leave.”

nThe woman hesitated a bit and gritted her teeth. “Grandmaster Andrew, do you need to… find a way to tell the other people in the restaurant to leave?”

nThere were quite a few people in the high-end restaurant.

nEven if Andrew could instantly kill a martial artist of the sixth rank, he was still afraid of an accident.

nThe reaction and explosive power of a martial artist of the sixth rank was extremely terrifying.

nIf there was a chance to react, the entire restaurant would suffer.

nIn fact, the entire high-end restaurant would be destroyed to the ground.

n“No need.”

nAndrew’s reply was simple. He took a step forward and directly walked into the high-end restaurant.

nIn the restaurant, a waiter in a tuxedo welcomed him.

nHe spoke in a fluent tone, “Sir! Please show me your reservation information!”

nReservation information?

nI came to the restaurant to look for someone, and I still need to make a reservation?

nAndrew frowned and replied, “I didn’t make a reservation!”

nWhen he said this, the waiter was stunned.

nWithout a reservation, one could not eat.

nThey were a high-end restaurant, not a fast-food chain. Every customer had to make a reservation in advance.

nThe head chef would prepare the ingredients and recipes according to the customer’s needs.

nAt this moment, a burst of low laughter came from all around.

nSeveral people were sizing up Andrew, their eyes full of disdain.

n“A young warrior with a knife on his back?”

n“A boorish man like a martial artist actually came to a high-end restaurant to eat?”

nA middle-aged man in a suit elegantly cut off a steak and then drank a mouthful of red wine. He spoke indifferently, not concealing his voice at all.

nHe was a big boss.

nHe had also thought of practicing martial arts.

nBut despite investing a lot, in the end, he could barely reach the level of a quasi-martial artist.

nLater, he thought it through.

nPracticing martial arts? What was the use?

nThose martial artists worked hard to reach the third or fourth rank, but didn’t they still put their heads on their belts?

nIf they went to the wilderness to fight, they might die the same day. There wouldn’t even be a corpse to be found.

nAs for himself, he had money.

nIf he had money, he could do whatever he wanted.

nHis eight bodyguards were all martial artists, and the strongest among them was even at the third rank’s peak.

nJealous?

nSuperior?

nMaybe.

nIn his opinion, Andrew was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

nHow strong could such a young martial artist be?

nAndrew stopped in his tracks.

nHe was stunned. He looked around and couldn’t help but laugh. “I really don’t know how you can feel superior just by eating a meal!

n“You think you’re so great just because you’re rich?

n“Looking down on us warriors?

n“If it weren’t for us fighting desperately in the wilderness and resisting the demon beasts, would you have the chance to sit here and eat high-grade meat and shake the red wine glass?”

nAndrew slowly walked to the front of the middle-aged man who had spoken.

nThe middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Andrew. He smiled and said, “You do know a lot of principles. However, I’ve seen many people like you who talk big. There are only a few who are truly powerful.

n“You say that I look down on martial artists?

n“Wrong!

n“If you are a middle-rank martial artist, I will immediately respect you and treat you as a friend. If you are a Grandmaster, I will call you grandpa.”

nAndrew laughed.

nThe middle-aged man in front of him was a slut who only knew how to bully the weak and feared the strong.

nPa!

nAndrew slapped him directly across his face.

nThe middle-aged man fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood.

nNo one knew how many teeth he had lost.

nAll of a sudden, the high-end restaurant became extremely chaotic.

nSome seductive and sexy women, who were dressed up to the nines, screamed.

n“High-end restaurant? Upper-class people? Looking down on warriors?”

nAndrew sneered, “Are you still living in the past? In today’s era, strength speaks for itself. Whoever is stronger is the boss. You people… can only be considered trash.”

nThe middle-aged man was about to go crazy. He yelled, “You dare to hit me?”

nWith a roar, a few big men in suits rushed in from outside the restaurant.

n“Boss!”

nThe three bodyguards saw the boss lying on the ground and their faces could not help but change.

nThey helped the boss up.

nThe middle-aged man covered his face and spat out blood. His words were unclear, “Beat him to death…”

nThe three bodyguards were about to make a move when a voice berated them.

n“What are you doing?”

nIn a private room, Mad Saber walked out.

nHe wore a set of training clothes and carried a long sword on his back. His aura was extraordinary.

nHe was a sixth stage expert who had been fighting in the wilderness all year round. It was difficult to hide the vicious aura on his body.

nAfter he walked out, the entire restaurant fell silent.

nWhen the middle-aged man saw Mad Saber, his eyes suddenly lit up.

nHe bent his waist and ran over with a flattering look on his face. He said with a charming smile, “Lord Mad Saber, you’ve returned from the wilderness?”

n“You’ve been gone for a month this time. I was still wondering yesterday why Lord Mad Saber didn’t come back.”

nAt this time, the other people in the restaurant recognized him.

n“It’s Mad Saber!”

n“It’s Mad Saber. I heard that he went to the wilderness a long time ago… and came back?”

n“Bilston has some relationship with Mad Saber. This kid… is finished!”

nIn the high-end restaurant, discussions continued.

nMany of the people eating inside were the owners of the Waterfront Flower City Villa area, so they naturally recognized Mad Saber.

nMad Saber was very famous in Boston.

nCompared to him, people like Case didn’t even have the qualifications to be his underling.

nAfter all, the strength of a late-stage sixth grade was displayed here. In the entire Boston, no one dared to speak loudly to him except for Charles.

nAs one of the successful people in Boston, the middle-aged man also lived in the Waterfront Flower City Villa area and had a few encounters with Mad Saber.

nThey had eaten and drank together.

nThey could be considered acquaintances.

n“Bilston?”

nMad Saber was slightly stunned and looked at him in surprise. “How did you become like this?”

nBilston had some connections in Boston. Usually, there would be three or five bodyguards following him, but how did he get beaten up like this?

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