"If you encountered that man from thirty years ago, what are your chances of winning?" Mu Ruohai asked A Yong.
When Anna mentioned this, Mu Ruohai remembered this possibility. It could pose a huge problem for him.
He did not want anything to stop his plans. He absolutely had to get his hands on the Goodman family compass.
"I don't know. However, my father once lost to him," A Yong said with a cold and expressionless face.
The martial arts in his family was passed down through the generations. A Yong learned his martial arts from his father.
If his father could not defeat that man, the probability of Ah Yong defeating him wasn't high either.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ruohai frowned.
"However, my father said that he shouldn't be alive in this day and age," A Yong added.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Apparently, he's dead."
"Dead? How did he die?"
