Year 2056, in a city in the Yuan Jiang Su Jin area. On top of a ruined, shattered six story residential apartment sits a teenager wearing a combat vest, militaristic trousers, and alloyed battle boots. On his back is a hexagonal shield and equipped is a blood-shadow battle knife. He sits there silently on the edge of the roof. At this time, the sparkling sky was shining and there was a refreshing breath within the air that blew towards him. However, there was only silence within the ruined, deserted city, with an occasional howl that makes your heart skip a beat.
"Mr. Yang!"
Zhu Ge Tong and the other three chiefs respectfully yelled.
This middle aged man, 'Yang Hui', who apparently looked around only 30 years old, was actually over 50 years old and was an 'intermediate level wargod'. Usually, he lives in the Dojo of Limits' world headquarters. Whether strength or identity, this Yang Hui is comparable to the man who is nicknamed 'Steel Hand', Zhou Zheng Yong.
"We haven't seen each other for eight years huh. Let's go, go and find a place to drink some tea. After that, we'll eat some lunch. Oh yea, Zhu Ge, is your big brother here in the headquarter city? Tell him to come too" said Yang Hui.
"Alright, I'll call my big brother right now" said Zhu Ge Tong.
Yang Hui was a wargod, chairman Zhou Zheng Yong was a wargod, and Zhu Ge Tao's brother, 'Zhu Ge Shan', was a wargod. People look at each other's status when making friends; people without any background at all definitely can't enter their circle.