CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68: KNEEL AND THEN APOLOGIZE!

The flames leapt and surged, burning through the entire restaurant.

The man’s shrill laughter pierced the setting sun harshly.

"Hahahahaha! Old thing, you went to report me to the Martial Arts Department, huh?"

"What’s the use? What the fuck is the use!"

"Do you even know what the word privilege means? I’m a Martial Artist, part of the privileged class, do you understand what political immunity means!"

"Don’t even talk about not paying for a meal, even if I burn down your shop now, the Martial Arts Department won’t care."

The man’s voice was sharp and grating, his foot pressing harder and harder, trampling the once resilient Uncle Gong, who now lay pressed against the ground with a face full of wrinkles.

Dirt and water clung to Uncle Gong’s wrinkled face.

Around them, many people hid in their houses to watch, but none dared to stand up.

Some people secretly filmed with their phones, but the man, rather than shying away, seemed even more intent on putting on an arrogant performance, like an actor giving his all.

The times had changed, what the privilege of a Martial Artist truly represented was unclear to all.

However, a rumor was circulating— Martial Artists killing ordinary people need not pay with their life!

Of course, this rule of privilege was never acknowledged anywhere, yet it peculiarly spread.

And now, when a Martial Artist with despair-inducing power, was wantonly venting under the name of privilege...

The word privilege weighed like a mountain, pressing down deeply.

Nearby, a Public Security Bureau vehicle was parked, yet the officers inside sat watching all this unfold, not daring to make a move.

It wasn’t until this moment, the change that Martial Artists’ privilege would bring to the Ancestor Star, finally appeared in people’s eyes.

"Old man, not to mention burning down your shop, even if I crushed your head right now, I’d only be detained for a few days and then let go, do you believe that..."

The man’s voice grew colder and eerily calm, though his tone was strange.

"Damn it!! I’m just lying here in this uniform, looking on helplessly!" A young officer couldn’t take it anymore; he cursed and grabbed his gun, ready to rush out.

But the veteran officer in the driver’s seat grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Don’t go!"

"The Public Security Bureau isn’t qualified to handle Martial Artist incidents!"

"Martial peacekeeping actions are controlled by the Martial Arts Department, that’s privilege!"

The old officer spoke word by word, "The fire he sets before you is privilege set by those above!!"

"If you intervene now, you’ll only become a piece of firewood in that blaze!"

The young officer didn’t fully understand the deep meaning behind his mentor’s words, but he knew one thing, if he intervened in this matter now... he might die...

"Weren’t Martial Artists born to be protectors of the Federation?"

"Aren’t Martial Artists the cornerstone of the Federation after the extreme elevation of their life state..."

The officer weakly banged his head against the dashboard, still remembering the introduction of Martial Arts and Martial Artists when the Wuke Exam was announced, when the martial era began to unfold.

Martial Artists were supposed to be the Federation’s spears against all tribes, yet why was the first shot aimed at ordinary people of the Ancestor Star...

Is this what Martial Artists are?

The officer pondered this.

The next moment!!

Bam!!

Rumble!!!

The arrogant and domineering figure was suddenly blasted away by some terrifying force.

Amidst the rising smoke, the silhouette of a young boy appeared there, crouching to help up Uncle Gong, unbothered by the filth on him.

"Xiao Tu, it’s Xiao Tu..."

Uncle Gong’s lips were pale, and his complexion not good. He looked at the child he had watched grow up from small, with eyes filled with unspeakable melancholy.

Su Tu’s parents were often away for work and once forgot to leave him money for living expenses. Starving, Su Tu passed by the restaurant, and a then-younger Uncle Gong called him over.

Back then, Uncle Gong awkwardly said he had been experimenting with a new dish and wanted Su Tu, his young guest, to try it.

Thinking back, Uncle Gong was really bad at lying. When was pork tripe chicken a new dish? It was clearly a clumsy attempt to not let a child go hungry.

During the first semester of senior high, school was busy, and Su Tu often finished his evening classes after eleven. There was always a light on at the restaurant that should have closed early...

"Uncle, I’m hungry, I want to eat pork tripe chicken." Su Tu supported Uncle Gong, speaking gently, just as he used to.

And Uncle Gong tried to put on a smiling face, but in the end, his smile was even more sorrowful than crying.

"Can’t eat it anymore, the store... the store is gone." Two lines of murky tears flowed from Uncle Gong’s eyes.

Su Tu wanted to say something.

But the bothersome voice started up again.

"Bah bah bah, damn it, got a mouthful of dirt."

"Kid, are you a Martial Artist too?" The man climbed up from the ground, neck crooked, unleashing an unrestrained aura.

Energy like a gale enveloped his body.

Hundred Acupoints Martial Artist!

Su Tu didn’t pay him any mind, instead he helped Uncle Gong to sit on a nearby rock.

"Xiao Tu, that man is a Martial Artist, you..."

"Uncle Gong, he’s not a Martial Artist, he doesn’t deserve it." Su Tu said quietly.

Upon hearing this, the man’s mouth twisted into a grin, showing yellow teeth.

"Wow, where’d this bold kid come from? Siding with a hillbilly against me?"

"Look at me, Hundred Acupoints Martial Artist, get it? Hundred Acupoints!!" The man boasted, his aura surging around him.

"Why burn the restaurant?" Su Tu stood up and asked, one word at a time, as he approached the man.

The man approached, "Ask that old thing, I came to eat at his place and he asked me for money?"

"I thought isn’t it a said thing on Ancestor Star about Martial Artist privilege, so why would I pay if I’ve got privilege? Of course I didn’t, and that old thing yet went to report me to the Martial Arts Department."

"Could I let him off?"

The man’s voice was loud, as if intentionally letting everyone hear.

"Kid, local Martial Artist of Ancestor Star, of which family? Don’t put on an act, I’m just causing some trouble on order."

"Scram, lest some blood splatters on you later." Though his words were tough, underlining them was a hint of concession, giving Su Tu a chance to back down.

Su Tu discerned the meaning behind his ’causing trouble on order’.

And could see something very wrong about this man’s actions.

But... at this moment, what concerned Su Tu more was the man’s other words.

"You didn’t pay, burned Uncle Gong’s shop, and now you want to kill Uncle Gong?"

"Is that how it is?"

He looked at the man earnestly.

"Logic? Bullshit logic, if logic worked, I wouldn’t need privilege!" the man said.

"This is the privilege granted by the Martial Arts Department!"

Subsequently, he bypassed Su Tu, heading straight for Uncle Gong.

Su Tu’s instincts told him at this moment that the man truly intended to kill!

"So privilege means killing at will then."

The man was walking when suddenly Su Tu’s voice echoed in his ears.

A feeling of nameless dread rose in his heart.

"Not good!" he said inwardly, hurriedly turning around, but the boy was gone, leaving only a fleeting phantom.

Tier Three Body Technique, Void Jump!

In the next instant!

An unimaginable pain struck, his two arms were seized by Su Tu, who appeared before him out of nowhere.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He let out a wail, a crisp sound came from his arms, the sound of bones being crushed.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed his heart and spirit, but before he could let out another wail...

Crack~

He felt his body suddenly sink; he never even saw the boy’s movements as his knees were instantly shattered.

"Kneel and then apologize."

The youth’s voice rang coldly, devoid of any emotion, like a cold wind that swept over his heart and spirit.

Making him tremble all over, he couldn’t understand why a young Martial Artist who hadn’t opened his Hundred Acupoints could possess such terrifying killing power.

By this time, the sun had set, a sliver of pale moon hung in the sky, bathed in moonlight, Su Tu stood against the light, his gaze cold.

The once lofty Martial Artist, all limbs crippled, prostrated on the ground, resembled a...

Dog.