Old Man Zito rolled his eyes at Tristan Yandell's hostility.
"What's so good about being a martial artist? It's better to be an ordinary person. Otherwise, if you make a small mistake and get targeted by the special operations team, you'll be skinned even if you don't die."
Old Man Zito's face was droopy as he led the way into the village.
Along the way, many villagers greeted him, "Old Man Zito, your relatives are here!"
"Have you ever seen a relative who's trying to kill you?" Old Man Zito's face was all scrunched up.
Normally, he relied on his War God level strength to live in the small mountain village. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was no one he could not take advantage of or offend.
No one knew that two big shots would come today!
