"Why does he want to see me?"
Mo Laishi had never met President Yan before, and the other party might be related to the disappearance of his parents. Now he said he wanted to see him as soon as he came out of quarantine. It was a bit strange no matter how you thought about it.
"This... I'm not too sure, but President Yan knows that you cured my illness and helped me break through to the Grandmaster level."
Gong Sibi felt a little embarrassed when he said this. He didn't know the relationship between Mo Laishi and the president. He just thought that President Yan also wanted to find Doctor Mo to open up his meridians or something.
After all, President Yan has been stuck in the early stage of Grandmaster Realm for a long time.
Although he was not a doctor, he could guess that opening up meridians to help people break through would definitely consume a lot of energy and might even cause serious damage to one's vitality.
Wouldn't this cause trouble for Dr. Mo?
But he had to do what the president asked him to do, so he felt very guilty.
"Okay, I got it. I'll go there tomorrow morning." After saying that, Morais hung up the phone.
No matter what President Yan wanted to see him about, he had to go. Some things had to be clarified.
In the end, none of the four of them enjoyed the hotpot very much.
The next day, Mo Laishi came to the Ancient Martial Arts Association as scheduled.
This is a building similar to a government building.
The first floor is the service hall, which mainly handles the procedures and approvals for matters such as registration of ancient martial arts personnel, ancient martial arts family ranks, opening of martial arts schools, ancient martial arts competitions, and security entrustment.
For example, for security commissions, some wealthy people who want to hire ancient martial artists as bodyguards have to register with the Ancient Martial Arts Association, and then the Ancient Martial Arts Association will issue a recruitment notice.
Generally speaking, those who serve as bodyguards for rich people are basically ancient warriors who can defeat less than a hundred people.
Some masters who can defeat more than a hundred people would rather open their own martial arts school if they want to make money than do such a degrading thing.
Moreover, hiring an ancient martial artist as a bodyguard would require an annual salary of at least three to four million, and the Ancient Martial Arts Association would also take a commission.
This money is enough to hire a team of ordinary bodyguards, and the cost-effectiveness is really not very high.
But many wealthy people are flocking to it, thinking that having an ancient martial artist as a bodyguard is a matter of face, so there are too many people and too little meat, and there is an endless stream of wealthy people coming to the Ancient Martial Arts Association to register every day.
Mo Laishi never thought that the ancient martial arts, which are rarely mentioned nowadays, have developed to such a scale.
No wonder there are hardly any powerful ancient warriors who are poor.
Mo Laishi walked towards the information desk and wanted to ask where President Yan's office was, when suddenly someone bumped into his shoulder.
Before Morais turned around, he saw a strong man about 30 years old standing in front of him.
"Dude, it seems like you cut in line." Mo Laishi patted the burly man's shoulder and said.
"Get out of here! Who is your buddy?" The burly man shook off Mo Laishi's hand and said in a rough voice.
The strong man was named Gao Shou, and he was an apprentice at a martial arts school in the capital.
He accidentally heard his fellow martial arts students say that being a bodyguard for rich people was very profitable, so he ran to the Ancient Martial Arts Association excitedly, ready to make a fortune.
After all, learning martial arts is too expensive, and you have to make money.
This was also Gao Shou’s first time at the Ancient Martial Arts Association, and he didn’t know where to register, so he decided to come to the information desk to ask.
Seeing that there was only one boy in front, Gao Shou stepped in front without any psychological pressure.
Seeing the 1.9-meter-tall tall chief with such a bad attitude, Morais frowned.
"Brother, I'm not in a good mood. I advise you not to provoke me, otherwise..."
"What else? Do you want to take action?" Gao Shou sneered and interrupted Mo Laishi's next words.
He looked at Morais's thin figure and knew at first glance that he was a weakling.
I am a master who can fight against ten people at the third level. I have never been afraid of more than ten people. How could I be afraid of this young man who hasn't even grown all his hair?
What kind of joke is this?
"Get lost! Don't think you can act like a master just because you dyed your hair white. I've seen a lot of people like you. You come out here to show off when you don't have any skills at all. This is not the place for you. Go home and drink your milk."
"Aren't you capable? Hit me! If you keep talking, I will kill you." Gao Shou looked down at Mo Laishi, his saliva almost spraying on Mo Laishi's face.
Mo Laishi suddenly smiled: "Brother, you are such a good person."
Gao Shou looked completely bewildered.
Am I not scolding you?
How did you become a good person?
This kid must have been scared silly by me.
Mo Laishi continued, "You know I'm in a bad mood today, so you wanted me to beat you up to vent my anger. Brother, you look rough and rough, but I didn't expect you to be so warm-hearted. Well, since it's hard to refuse such kindness, I will reluctantly fulfill your wish."
Gao Shou: “…”
He continued to be confused. When did I let you vent?
Gao Shou opened his mouth to say something when Mo Laishi grabbed his collar and slapped him.
Pah pah pah…
30 times per second, no more, no less.
After the beating, Gao Shou's face began to swell up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Morais threw Gao Shou over his shoulder again, and Gao Shou was thrown several meters away and fell directly in the center of the service hall.
Everyone in the service hall looked over here in an uproar.
"Who is this kid? Doesn't he know that you can't use violence in the Ancient Martial Arts Association?"
"I think this kid is doomed. He violated the rules of the Ancient Martial Arts Association and will definitely be punished. Even his family will be implicated."
"Ouch..." Gao Shou groaned in pain.
The fall was so severe that Gao Shou felt like all his bones were about to fall apart.
He didn't expect that a skinny and weak boy would have such strong explosive power. He didn't even have a chance to fight back.
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