“Boss, Xiang Ning’s already crippled, what value do they see in him? Why’s Sect Master Fang so anxious about him?” Outside the Thunder Dojo, Fang Hao and his squad were heading toward five heavily armored tanks parked there. 

When Fang Hao heard the contempt in his teammate’s tone, he stopped and side-eyed him. No words were spoken, but that was enough for him to obediently shut up, secretly panicking! 

“Hmmph!” Fang Hao huffed and paid him no mind. “If it happens again, you don’t need to come to Thunder Dojo ever again.” 

Everyone knew that Fang Hao was the future head of the Thunder Dojo. Ever since his brush with death...