North Town Martial Arts School.
In the cold wind of the winter night, Tan Dong had been waiting at the entrance for more than an hour.
Tan Xiaoyu approached, "Dad, it's so cold, and you're still injured. You should go back inside and rest."
Tan Dong shook his head, "They should be back soon, let's wait a bit longer!"
Tan Xiaoyu was somewhat skeptical, "Dad, is this Xue An really as formidable as you claim?"
Tan Dong glanced at her, "You've just returned from abroad and don't understand the domestic situation. But I can assure you that among the current domestic martial arts masters, there are few who can match Mr. Xue!"
Tan Xiaoyu secretly curled her lips in disdain.
"Dad, if you ask me, I'd rather go directly and beat up the guy who injured you. That would both avenge you and reclaim the honor of our North Town Martial Arts School. No need to wait for this Xue An."
