Yan Qinghu had not expected to encounter a martial artist so soon after arriving in Hua City. From Hao Jian's attire, he had assumed he was just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill homeman.
"Do you know about martial artists?"
Hao Jian frowned. In theory, the existence of martial artists was supposed to be a closely guarded secret, as the strict regulations of the Warrior Judgment Court prohibited martial artists from revealing to ordinary people the fact that they were martial artists.
How did these people know about martial artists? Could it be because they had encountered other martial artists?
Upon hearing this, Yan Qinghu let out a cold laugh, "More than just know, our Martial Evil Hall has several martial artists. Kid, even if you are a martial artist, I would advise you not to antagonize Martial Evil Hall. The terror of Martial Evil Hall and the background behind it are beyond your imagination."
"Martial Evil Hall?" Hao Jian showed a shocked expression.
