Chapter 8

It was a little past six when Wang Shengguo returned home.

Li Xiumei asked the maid, Aunt Chen, to call Wang Teng downstairs for dinner.

Wang Teng had just finished his shower, changed into a new set of clothes, and was drying his hair with a hairdryer.

"Got it, Aunt Chen, I'll be right down."

He responded casually.

After becoming a martial disciple, even his hearing had improved significantly. The noise from the hairdryer did not affect him at all.

In less than a minute, he finished drying his hair, unplugged the hairdryer, and went downstairs for dinner.

Wang Shengguo and Li Xiumei were both waiting for him.

Several dishes were laid out on the table, steaming hot and fragrant.

The family gathered around to eat.

"Son, how was your training today?"

Li Xiumei asked what Wang Shengguo most wanted to know, looking eagerly at Wang Teng.

To be honest, it wasn't easy for Wang Shengguo as a father. Usually, his friends would boast about how excellent their children were, how someone's child had become a mid-level martial disciple, a high-level martial disciple, and so on.

Only Wang Shengguo found it hard to speak up. As the CEO of a company worth hundreds of millions, his son was unambitious.

If he mentioned it, he would surely be laughed at.

Now that his son had finally come to his senses and was willing to practice martial arts, once he became a high-level martial disciple, Wang Shengguo could also boast about it.

"Pretty good, the senior disciples at the martial hall said I have talent," Wang Teng said.

He didn't tell his parents that he was already a mid-level martial disciple. He was afraid they would be too happy and faint if the good news came too suddenly.

He would tell them gradually in the future.

"Having talent is good, having talent is good," Wang Shengguo said, his eyes squinting with joy. He waved his hand and said, "You practice well. Although our Wang family isn't a wealthy aristocrat, we are much better off than ordinary people. You don't need to worry about martial resources."

Wang Teng nodded but didn't say much.

He wasn't very worried about the resource issue. Others might need various martial resources, but he wasn't very dependent on them.

With his golden finger, others' resources were his resources!

"Come, eat more. After a day of training, you must be hungry and tired."

Compared to whether Wang Teng could become a martial artist, Li Xiumei was more concerned about whether he was suffering. She felt a bit heartbroken watching him eat voraciously.

Wang Teng was too busy eating to speak. Indeed, the star beast meat was delicious, fatty but not greasy, melting in the mouth.

Eating it, it felt like a warm current was flowing through his limbs, easing his fatigue.

Li Xiumei and Wang Shengguo also ate a little, but they didn't dare to eat too much.

After all, they didn't practice martial arts, and eating too much could be counterproductive.

In the martial era, ordinary people, though influenced by the primal force, had much higher physical qualities, but this was a long-term, gradual effect.

After dinner, Wang Teng was about to head to the Polaris Martial Hall when his phone rang.

He answered and heard Xu Jie's voice.

"Brother Wang Teng, we're already at the Rose Bar, hurry up and come over."

Wang Teng finally remembered this thing he had forgotten about. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Alright, wait for me, I'll be there soon."

"Looks like I can't go to the Polaris Martial Hall tonight."

Wang Teng felt a bit regretful, but he also knew it was impossible to spend every day at the martial hall.

"Just treat it as a break."

Wang Teng said goodbye to his parents and left the house.

Vroom vroom vroom...

The sports car roared down the street. Both its streamlined body and the loud engine noise drew the attention of passersby.

South City Bar Street!

Donghai had many bar streets, and this one in South City was the most bustling.

Numerous bars of different types, styles, and price ranges were clustered here.

Public bars catered to low-end consumers, while high-end bars were suitable for the elite or wealthy.

Although it wasn't pleasant to say, people were indeed divided into different classes.

Every night, the bar street was lit up with neon lights, creating a dreamlike and fantastic scene.

Young urban men and women, burdened by work during the day, sought a place to relax in the evening.

Social pressure never disappeared, and in the martial era, it was even heavier.

They needed an outlet!

Of course, for Wang Teng and his friends, it was just a place to have fun.

Outside the Rose Bar, a row of sports cars and luxury vehicles were parked. Wang Teng searched for a while and finally found an empty spot to park his car, then entered the bar.

Boom!

A door separated the inside and outside of the bar.

The moment he opened the door, the explosive music, the laughter and chatter of handsome men and beautiful women, and the flashing lights all hit Wang Teng's ears and eyes.

"Such a familiar feeling!"

In his previous life, after the Wang family's decline, Wang Teng never came to a bar again.

He felt like he had been kicked out of this noisy world.

But now, he was back!

Wang Teng strode into the Rose Bar. His handsome face, designer clothing, and the robust and upright physique he had gained from becoming a martial disciple in the past two days made him stand out like a diamond in the sand, bright and dazzling.

Many women's eyes were drawn to him, showing some interest.

Wang Teng used to be a seasoned man, but now he was a genuine young man, with a touch of innocence in his appearance, yet a distinctly different aura.

In his previous life, he had experienced many things, with ups and downs.

He had enjoyed wealth and also felt poverty.

He had been full of ambition and achieved success at a young age, but he had also fallen into despair and been frustrated.

His rich experiences had shaped his steady character, making people feel good about him at first sight.

Wang Teng scanned the bar, looking for Xu Jie and the others.

At that moment, a voice came from the left.

"Brother Wang Teng, here, here!"

Wang Teng saw a girl waving at him, Bai Wei, a little sister in their circle.

She had a ponytail, a playful look, and a hint of charm.

Wang Teng remembered that after she grew up, this little girl became a real beauty, captivating many men.

"You guys came pretty early."

Bai Wei made room for Wang Teng, and he sat down next to her.

"Brother Wang Teng, you're the one who's late," Xu Jie complained.

"The long night has just begun, why come so early?" Wang Teng laughed.

"Brother Wang Teng!"

Another boy greeted Wang Teng.

"Yu Hao, it's been a while," Wang Teng looked at him.

"I've been under my dad's strict watch recently. I snuck out today," Yu Hao said helplessly.

"This guy has been forced to practice martial arts by his dad," Xu Jie said with a smirk.

"Oh? How's it going?" Wang Teng asked in surprise.

"I'm already a low-level martial disciple," Yu Hao said, scratching his head and looking a bit embarrassed.

"Damn, you became a low-level martial disciple without a word!" Xu Jie exclaimed, clearly not knowing this news.

"You're the only one among us who has become a martial disciple. If anyone bullies us, we'll have to rely on you."

He then put his arm around Yu Hao's shoulder and laughed.

"Little rat, we'll count on you!" Bai Wei also chimed in with a smile.

Yu Hao felt a bit proud, especially with Bai Wei's approval, which he found very satisfying.

The group was close, and there was a vague affection between the boys and girls.

Yu Hao felt this way about Bai Wei.

Wang Teng smiled and asked, "Why isn't Yuan Zhenghua here?"

The group fell silent for a moment.

"He won't come!" Xu Jie said coldly.

"Huh? What happened?" Wang Teng frowned.

"That guy has attached himself to Li Rongcheng from the Li family, becoming his lackey," Xu Jie said with a sneer.

"Li Rongcheng!"

Wang Teng thought for a moment and finally remembered this person from his deep memory.

The families of Wang Teng and his friends were similar in status, and their parents knew each other, with business interactions, so they naturally formed a small circle.

The Li family, where Li Rongcheng belonged, was a significant family in Donghai, much stronger than their families.

In Xu Jie's view, Yuan Zhenghua's closeness to Li Rongcheng was like attaching himself to a powerful backer.

In their circle of rich second-generation, only those with similar strength could be friends.

If the gap was too large, it became a form of attachment.

"Let's not talk about him. Everyone has their own path, there's nothing to say," Wang Teng said indifferently.

"Right, let's not talk about that guy. Just mentioning him makes me angry," Xu Jie said.

The group changed the topic, ordered drinks and fruit platters, and chatted and laughed. Wang Teng gradually recaptured the feeling of his youth.