Chapter 24: The sense of superiority of your subordinates

The dangerous conversation that made people's scalp tingling ended soon; then, Gao Yuan walked towards Du Xiaochuan with a smile on his face.

Gao Yuan was very clear about his son's situation. He knew about Gao Feng's "Boss" as soon as possible. This incident made Gao Yuan laugh and cry. He himself was the person in charge of most of the underground forces in Sichuan Province and a veritable "Boss"-level figure.

"You really will embarrass me." Gao Yuan felt helpless about his son's behavior.

His son, the "Boss", has been ridiculed by others more than once because of this incident.

"The martial arts master is so fucking nonsense! There is no real martial arts in ordinary society; the so-called masters are at most just some fighting skills." Gao Yuan looked down on the so-called "martial arts master" from the bottom of his heart.

In his heart, "No matter how high martial arts skills are, I am afraid of kitchen knives" is the eternal truth. If you have high martial arts skills, can you still block bullets? In fact, Gao Yuan himself is a fighting master. However, even his son, Gao Yuan did not tell him. In his opinion, this is not something worth showing off. After all, in modern society, eating depends on the head, not the muscles of the body. He knew clearly where the limit of the human body lies. Gao Feng had a hundred objections to his son's love of kung fu. However, his son's personality was too stubborn, and it was difficult for him to interfere.

"Martial arts, make sure! Unless there is spiritual roots, the limit of human force can only stay at the level of fighting. If Xiaofeng can have spiritual roots..." Gao Yuan suppressed his unrealistic fantasy and walked towards Du Xiaochuan.

As the head of the Hong Gang in most parts of Sichuan Province, Gao Feng is a big shot. It is precisely because of this that he clearly knows the concept of "spirit root". Not only that, he also knows that the gang has a top-secret information, which records the information of most people with spiritual roots in the province. Among them, it also includes his and his son's records on spiritual roots. The information clearly marks the spiritual roots of himself and his son: no spiritual roots.

As far as Gao Feng knows, those with spiritual root qualifications have long been collected by various forces. Obviously, this classmate of his son cannot be a spiritual root person.

When Du Xiaochuan looked at Gao Yuan, Gao Yuan was also looking at Du Xiaochuan. Standing next to his son was a little thin boy with a public face and a small figure. From the other party's slightly restrained expression, he should have come from an ordinary family. With Gao Yuan's experience of learning countless people in half his life, Du Xiaochuan has been characterized by: an ordinary high school student may have some superficial skills.

Seeing that his son made such a friend, Gao Yuan's face looked a little ugly.

"Making such a friend will not be of any benefit to his future development. How many times will he tell him to deal with more celebrities? Why can't he listen? I thought that Gao Yuan was so angry that he was laughed at because of this young man." Thinking of this, Du Xiaochuan's originally ordinary face became disgusting in Gao Yuan's eyes.

Gao Yuan knew clearly that the lives of those who have no spiritual roots were the only way out for the power and wealth that was called by practitioners and those who were outside their bodies.

Thinking of this, Gao Yuan wanted to give this student a little ugly: "Don't you know martial arts? Then let you know what real martial arts is!"

"Xiaofeng, it's your classmate. It's rare that there are classmates to come and have to entertain them well." Although Gao Yuan had no good feelings for Du Xiaochuan, he did not show it on his face.

Next, Gao Yuan was as kind as an ordinary elder, and asked Du Xiaochuan about his long-term problems. However, Gao Yuan, who had been struggling for 20 or 30 years, felt that the student in front of him was a little resistant to him.

"Can he actually sees that I don't have a good impression of him!" Gao Yuan thought secretly in his heart.

But soon, Gao Yuan shattered this idea in his heart: "How is it possible that when people get older, they become suspicious!"

Gao Yuan is confident that his state of mind and experience tempered through countless life and death has long made him reach the state of not showing his emotions. Every muscle and every expression on his face can be called freely. His true thoughts will never be written on his face. How can a student who has not even entered society see through the disguise on his face!

Gao Yuan didn't know that since Du Xiaochuan merged into the ball space, his sixth sense has become extremely keen. Even if he could roughly sense other people's emotions, there was a sense of Buddhist consciousness. The slight disdain in Gao Yuan's emotions has been captured by Du Xiaochuan.

"Xiaochuan, I heard that you know martial arts. I have a few good players here. Should I take the opportunity to practice?" Gao Yuan asked casually, but he had an unstoppable demeanor.

"The meat show is here!" Du Xiaochuan was secretly alert in his heart.

Du Xiaochuan, who has been influenced by countless similar TV plots, guessed Gao Yuan’s purpose at the eighth floor, and could only smile bitterly in his heart: “Do you want to embarrass me? This is really…”

"It seems that Gao's father thinks I am not worthy of being friends with his son and wants to give me a warning." For Du Xiaochuan, this was really an unpredictable disaster.

Even Du Xiaochuan, who has always been calm, couldn't help but become angry when he was looked down upon so much.

"Okay." Du Xiaochuan grabbed the back of his head, looking like he had fallen into a trap. He agreed as if he was really excited by Gao's father's words.

Gao Yuan was also happy: "Ahan, come and practice your hands with the little brother."

Gao Yuan shouted to a big man not far away, then thought for a while and continued, "Don't hurt this little brother."

Gao Yuan glanced at his son and said with a reminder.

Otherwise, if they add this last sentence, their so-called practice will probably cause Du Xiaochuan to break a few bones.

However, Ahan reluctantly listened to Gao Feng's order and walked towards the bar. Gao Yuan pretended not to see this obvious disobedience from his subordinates.

Gao Yuan sighed, and didn't even look at the two of them: "It's time for Xiaofeng to understand that his head is stronger than his fists."

Before this thought could be turned into his mind, Gao Yuan felt a figure flying out from the bar: "Poor boy, he can't even catch a punch. But it's no wonder that Zhao Han is a real warrior who has cultivated his internal energy. However, he clearly told him to show mercy, but why did he still use such a heavy hand?"

Gao Yuan didn't look at the bar, and the outcome was already destined. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that he had already hinted that he would be gentler, but how could he still knock people out?

"This group of guys from the headquarters really think they are one step ahead of us! They are just the worst spiritual roots. Even if they can cultivate to the acquired Great Perfection, they dare not take my words seriously." Gao Yuan thought angrily in his heart.

Zhao Han is the number one thug under Gao Yuan and the bodyguard sent to him by the headquarters. However, Gao Feng did not call this subordinate at all. Even Gao Feng often saw Zhao Han looking at him in a superior attitude. There is no other reason, Zhao Han is a spiritual person.

Although Zhao Han is the worst spiritual root that cannot even reach the acquired Great Perfection; the existence of that spiritual root has distinguished Zhao Han from ordinary people like him.

Not only that, what made Gao Yuan the most helpless was that even he subconsciously believed that he was lower than Zhao Han. This kind of spiritual roots' sense of innate superiority to mortals is particularly obvious in their group.
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