Quanzhen was in a mess, and she had no choice.

She doesn't know any big shots.

She knows very little about her husband's friends.

The only thing I learned was my husband, Damon, who was registered as a war martial artist.

Looking at Daimon who was sleeping, Quanzhen was putting her phone back, looking worried.

Registered Warrior...

Is there really someone to help my family of three?

Quanzhen didn't believe it.

But deep down, there were some subtle expectations.

I hope... a miracle will happen and luck will come.

****

Register in the Battle Martial Arts app.

This post, because the permissions of Damon are only at the fourth level, does not have the permission to top up and add green.

In this app, adding green posts is the most urgent and important thing.

However, Dimon has no such authority at all.

This is the green authority that only professional-level registered warriors have.

Five minutes have passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

This post was finally seen by a registered warrior from China.

"Yeah? Damon? Black? This... seems to be someone from the Jedi Squad!"

The registered warrior of China's military, with a look, picked up the phone and called the number: Wang Youwei.

****

It was afternoon.

Fang Cheng sat at home, chatting with his parents, and watching TV.

Happiness, happiness, filled his chest.

Chen Rong asked casually: "Son, have you gone to see Nuannuan?"

"No... let's talk about it in a few days. I have to go to school."

"Oh, that's fine."

Chen Rong nodded, stared at the TV without blinking, and stopped talking.

A legal program is playing on the seventy-inch color TV.

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong were enjoyable and commented from time to time.

"Buzz.buzz."

Fang Cheng's eyes moved and landed on the screen of his mobile phone.

Captain Wang Youwei called? What happened? He should have arrived home, right?

Fang Cheng walked out of the living room, stood at the door of the villa, and answered the phone.

The matter of registering a war martial artist... Fang Cheng doesn't want to tell his parents yet.

"Hey? Captain?"

"Dacheng..."

Listening to the words of Captain Wang Youwei, Fang Cheng's eyes were full of anger and his emotions were like waves.

What?

Did Damon get beaten to cough up blood?

That good brother, good comrade-in-arms, Damon, who saved his life, his son was knocked out with a gun and a small piece of his head?

The anger of leaving.

Fang Cheng's heart was filled with anger.

He hung up the phone and clicked on the 'Register Warriors' app.

Speech - Ask for help - Add green.

The content is as follows:

I, the Jedi Warrior Fang Cheng.

My teammate, Damon, who is also a registered warrior, has encountered extremely humiliating and bullying in South Korea.

A registered warrior was beaten to cough up blood by a Korean warrior and Korean Min.

His son, Han Tianci, was shot on the edge of his forehead by Han Minzhi's son, and he is still unconscious until now.

I would like to ask all the registered war martial artists in China, but someone will follow me to South Korea to seek justice!

@海官网.

In just ten minutes, sixty-nine replies appeared below the post.

Twenty-five professional-level warriors and forty-four professional-level warriors.

Fang Cheng locked the post, blocked the reply permissions, and sent the last message in the post.

"Let's go! Before 11 o'clock tonight, gather at Huaguoweihai Port!"

****

To the northwest of China, in a towering mountain.

Qinghai Temple is located at the top of the mountain.

Inside the temple.

Li Dan's eyes were full of awesomeness, and his internal force could not stop spewing golden light. The face of the square-eyed Vajra behind him was faintly revealed.

He was already furious!

The temple elder, the presided over the Qinghai temple in the last time, was also Li Dan's entry into the temple and the master of martial arts.

The old host scolded:

"Crazy, why do you have anger? Are you still a monk in this murderous intent or anger?"

Li Dan, the Vajra of the Heart, was stunned.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to distinguish. After pondering for a while, Li Dan let out a long sigh.

The golden internal power light disappeared.

Li Dan, the Vajra of the Heart, turned around, sat down cross-legged on the yellow Buddhist platform, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

****

11:00 pm.

The night was dark, and only the faint moonlight was left to shine on the earth.

Weihai City Port.

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold. In order to arrive in time, he made an excuse and hurriedly left home, took the fastest high-speed rail to arrive here.

In addition to him, there were sixty-nine people, all of whom were standing at the port with a sharp look.

A big ship is coming.

More than 60 people jumped onto the boat and headed to the south Zhongcheong-do, South Korea, Zhuning City.

Fang is established on the bow of the ship.

Until this moment, he still could not suppress the burning anger in his chest.

From leaving home to now, Fang Cheng's lips are closed.

In silence, burst out.

The more silent you are, the more angry you are.

A ship, seventy registered warriors, with great momentum!

****

In the ward.

Damon, who had been sleeping for more than six hours, finally woke up.

He looked at his wife Quan Zhenzheng.
To be continued...