After leaving the hotel, Han Yu took off his expensive suit and walked down the street in just a white shirt.
He knew that too many people had looked down on him at tonight's banquet. To slap their faces, he needed to become stronger.
For him, his greatest reliance was the "Heavenly Mystery Record"; he had to increase his strength in the shortest time possible.
With that thought, he decided to return to his villa to practice his Kung Fu.
For some reason, Han Yu waved for a taxi for quite a while, but not a single one stopped.
Left with no choice, he reluctantly scanned a rideshare bicycle and, placing the expensive suit in the basket, rode towards home, swaying side to side.
"Hmm?"
After riding for quite some time, Han Yu vaguely felt something was amiss. He suddenly noticed that several cars seemed to be following him.
"It looks like some people are looking for trouble again."
