C174 Huaqing Headquarters
C174 Huaqing Headquarters
"Senior, my... my name is Wang He."
On the way, the boy introduced himself to Yang Qi.
Yang Qi nodded.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the headquarters of Huaqing.
Yang Qi sized up the headquarters of Huaqing and found that it was very simple and crude.
He entered the headquarters of Huaqing.
It looked like a small dojo.
It was the kind of dojo in Huaxia movies, and it couldn't even be compared to a dojo in this world.
"Xiaohe, you, you, you..."
When the people inside saw the boy come back, they were all shocked.
They all knew that Wang He had been captured by the people of Battle-Ax and was taken away by them. It was like entering a tiger's den. They had never thought that Wang He would come out.
"Where's my dad?"
Wang He asked hastily.
"The leader is inside. He's worried sick. He just needs to gather all the people of Huaqing and fight the Battle-Ax to the death."
A man said hastily.
"Senior, let's go and see my father."
"Okay."
Yang Qi answered.
Wang He led Yang Qi inside.
When they reached the main hall, a man with a worried face entered Yang Qi's eyes.
The man was about forty years old. His brows were tightly knitted, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. He looked like a middle-aged man who had lost his job and was in dire straits.
Yang Qi discovered that there were no fluctuations of Essence Energys on the man's body. In other words, the man was also an ordinary person.
It was normal for him to think about it. If it was a Martial Artist, how could he live in a poor area?
Of course, except for the Battle-Ax organization that controlled the black market in the poor area.
"Dad."
Wang He called out to the man.
The man was shocked and couldn't react in time.
A few seconds later, the man saw Wang He.
"Xiaohe!"
The man looked at Wang He in a daze.
It was as if he still couldn't believe it.
The man's name was Wang Lin, the leader of the Huaqing.
After a long time, Wang Lin finally believed it. What appeared in front of him wasn't an illusion, nor was it a dream. It was his son, Wang He.
All of a sudden, Wang Lin arrived in front of Wang He with a leap and hugged him.
Both father and son were crying...
Yang Qi felt a little emotional when he saw this scene.
After all, Wang He had been captured into a dragon's den and tiger's den. It was really not easy for him to come back alive to see his family.
"Dad, I escaped with great difficulty. When they found me, they chased me relentlessly. It was senior who saved me."
A few seconds later, Wang He said to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin heard him and looked at Yang Qi.
"Thank you for saving my son. "Me, me, me. ... I really don't know what to do..."
"You're welcome."
Yang Qi waved his hand.
"By the way, dad, senior is still a Martial Disciple Level Martial Artist."
As he spoke, Wang He recounted everything that had happened on the streets of the poor district.
"Wu Wu Wu... Martial Disciple?!"
Wang Lin was shocked.
He felt that he had misheard and was stunned on the spot.
"Senior, you... you really are a Martial Disciple?"
Wang Lin looked at Yang Qi.
"More or less." Yang Qi thought for a few seconds, then nodded.
Wang Lin was shocked when he saw Yang Qi nod his head.
The Huaqing were just ordinary people. How could there be any Martial Artist? Having a body forging Martial Artist was something that one could only dream of, let alone a Martial Disciple Level Martial Artist appearing in front of them.
However...
Wang Lin suddenly became silent.
"Senior, you should leave."
"Why do you say that?"
Yang Qi looked at Wang Lin.