When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself. Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is. ------ **Warning: This novel contains mature content** Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week
"Nice moves, friend," a deep voice sounded. At the same time, a man in grey robes walked out. He had a smile on his face as though not minding Ye Mo kicking over two vases and two people but genuinely complimenting Ye Mo’s power.
Ye Mo had known this man was hiding in the back, and looking at his calm demeanor, his status must be quite high in this dojo.
Yellow level middle stage, a martial artist. But in Ye Mo’s eyes, this meant nothing.
"Dojo leader…" the black faced man’s injuries weren’t serious and seeing this grey clothed man walk out, he crawled up with a face full of awkwardness.
"Please excuse the dojo for our impoliteness. I’m the dojo leader of Hong Style 7 Kill Fist, Shen Weiju. May I ask what your name is?" the grey clothed man didn’t seem to see the black faced instructor and just walked out saying to Ye Mo.
"No need for names. I came here today to ask some things," Ye Mo said plainly, as he really didn’t like the style of this dojo leader.