Billionaire God of War

Fang Qiu had never seen someone so shameless before.

How could anyone simply claim that the Extreme Fist Technique Manual was theirs?

Even the Fang family only had control of a few pages. Who was this guy anyway? Was he from a reclusive clan? Did he have the right to have this manual?

"Young man, why are you so upset?" The visitor continued to smile and continued to push on with his agenda anyway. "This item is ours, so it's ours. That is not something that will change just because you are angry."

"Who are you anyway?" Fang Qiu stared at him.

"My name is Shang Kai, and I am a descendant of the Iron Line Fist," said Shang Kai as he clasped his hands together gently. "The Extreme First Technique Manual is a manual that one of our factions has los for many years. This faction no longer exists, but the Iron Line Fist still does. So of course I have to come here and take this manual back."

He smiled at Fang Qiu. "Please help me to call the head of this academy, I would like to talk to him about this..."

Fang Qiu's expression was already darker than the night sky.

Iron Line Fist?

as well call themselves

want the manual?" Fang Qiu glared at Shang

belongs to one of our factions,

Fang Qiu. "Prove that you have the right to own this manual!" Shang Kai

Qiu. "We're a harmonious society,

remained expressionless and the people behind him came closer, so Shang Kai couldn't help but take two

since reasoning with you doesn't work, then I have

So barbaric! How can someone practicing martial arts be like

as he retreated until he had stepped out of the place. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't dare

anymore. Fang Qiu ran out after him and Shang Kai ran even more quickly. He didn't even dare to turn around, never mind

Fang Qiu, and the sight of that

spat. "What's this Iron Line rubbish Fist? You consider this a boxing technique? How dare you come and demand for the Extreme Fist Technique Manual?!" Fang Qiu was such a highly skilled fighter and he had

future, if anyone tries to make trouble, then there's only one rule to be followed. Make them

"Yes, Senior!"

correct the

had become of the martial arts circle? How could any Tom, Dick and Harry think they could