The First Hospital of District Three, on the top floor.

Inside a luxurious inpatient ward.

Director Qiu slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, he sighed inexplicably.

This was originally a ward for daughters Qiu Yiyi and Lin Mo.

But it never occurred to me that I would also have this day to live in.

"woke up?"

Hearing the movement, Lin Mo, who was practicing beside him, slowly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Lin!" Director Qiu greeted and was about to get up.

It was just that when he pressed his hands on the hospital bed, a piercing pain suddenly came from his arms.

Looking down, his arms are now covered with bandages.

Aside, Lin Mo didn't wait for him to ask questions, and was the first to explain.

"Your hands are frostbitten by that Hutt!"

"But you can recover after a few days of rest!"

Mentioning this time, a look of gloom appeared in Director Qiu's eyes.

Obviously his own strength is stronger than the opponent.

The result was such a tragic situation.

In the past, as the most powerful force in the three districts, he always felt that he was a person who would not fight or grab, and was indifferent to fame and fortune.

Even after encountering Lin Mo, other power lords are scrambling to express themselves in battle.

He was the only one doing his own thing in obscurity.

However, with the sudden surge in Ma Bond's strength.

Director Qiu gradually began to feel the pressure.

Especially when he saw Ma Bond's epiphany on the battlefield with his own eyes, he felt inexplicably angry and envious in his heart.

That feeling annoyed him.

But it cannot be suppressed or destroyed.

Lin Mo, who was beside him, could clearly see what Director Qiu was thinking.

As early as when he was injured against Hurt, it was particularly obvious.

"Old Qiu, your heart is messed up!"

Lin Mo said with emotion.

The most stable man in the three districts has such a side.

Director Qiu turned his head angrily and shifted his gaze to the window.

"The pressure is great, and sometimes my emotions are out of my control." Director Qiu said with emotion.

Lin Mo didn't feel relieved either, just nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it's human nature!"

"But well." He changed his words. "It is precisely because of pressure that everything is motivated."

"You've been acting calmly, and it's not good for you to act like you're not fighting or robbing."

Director Qiu was only in his fifties.

But he lived out the mentality of a ten-year-old old man.

It's okay to face life, but it's a big no-no when it comes to martial arts.

Although Director Qiu didn't answer the question, his changing expression had already revealed his fluctuating thoughts at the moment.

The scene was silent for a long time.

Then he turned his eyes: "Mr. Lin, do you think I still have a chance to break through to the Grandmaster in my life?"

"What is impossible!"

Lin Mo blurted out.

"Think of me as a martial artist, and I can already behead... eh!"

Thinking of the demeanor of Ma Bond's subordinates before.

Lin Mo immediately stopped talking and continued.

"Being able to kill the tiger murderer."

"Who can tell in the future!"

"I don't know if you can break through the master, but if you keep this mentality of not fighting or grabbing."

"You can only stop at the half-step master in this life."

There is no politeness at all in solving the words.

Seriously ill need strong medicine, blindly comforting, but in harming people.

Director Qiu did not refute, recalling that he had already broken through the half-step master at the age of thirty.

After the establishment of the martial arts division, his martial arts realm has always stayed at this level.

And this stop is nearly twenty years.

If you don't enter the master, you will end up as ants.

Since Director Qiu saw Lin Mo and other grandmasters fighting to the death, he has understood this sentence very deeply.

It was only twenty years of delay that made him gradually lose his enterprising and fighting spirit. JrNovels.com