Invincible Copy System
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He told Sandy to train hard with Sun Qiang; next expedition he'd bring four Warrior Apprentices. Everyone in the Gathering Point knows you're a big shot Now.' Seeing Liu Ning, Luo Dong grew awkward, nothing like the old days when he'd slap Liu Ning's shoulder while talking. Train hard here; I'll take you next time We go out.' Though Fang Qiang had already relayed Liu Ning's message, Luo Dong still hadn't quite believed it.
Sun Qiang and Wei Xiong were baffled. What on earth was Liu Ning planning with all this fuss? Was it really just for this kid? They circled Sandy several times but couldn't detect anything special about him.
To their questions Liu Ning could only offer vague answers. He couldn't very well say This Fellow's Mental Energy is exceptionally strong—that would expose his own secret. These people knew Liu Ning wasn't a fool; he wouldn't do anything unprofitable. Besides, these thousand-plus people were all able-bodied, plus Liu Ning had donated twenty million. All in all, Our Gathering Point wasn't losing out.
Liu Ning had decided to stay Outside the City for a while. He told Sandy to train hard with Sun Qiang; next expedition he'd bring four Warrior Apprentices. Li Tie and Second Wu were definitely coming, while Luo Dong and Sandy would be the other two.
Liu Ning was killing Vicious Beasts faster and faster in the Wilderness, so demand for Warrior Apprentices kept rising. Sticking with only two would probably work them to death. Two more apprentices would make the job a bit quicker.
After settling these matters, Liu Ning squeezed in a visit to Luo Dong. Compared with before, the guy Now looked far more mature; he'd completed several Wilderness patrols and Awakened during one of them.
‘Thank you for giving me the chance to follow you. Everyone in the Gathering Point knows you're a big shot Now.'
Seeing Liu Ning, Luo Dong grew awkward, nothing like the old days when he'd slap Liu Ning's shoulder while talking. Now the gap was huge: Luo Dong had become a Warrior Apprentice, but Liu Ning had Advanced even faster—Controllers had to listen to him, let alone a mere Warrior Apprentice.
‘Big shot, small shot—We were classmates. Don't be so stiff with me. Train hard here; I'll take you next time We go out.'
Though Fang Qiang had already relayed Liu Ning's message, Luo Dong still hadn't quite believed it. Hearing it again Now, he finally relaxed. Currently, Everyone in the Gathering Point—and in several neighboring ones—knew Li Tie and Second Wu had struck it rich by following Liu Ning. Countless people dreamed of joining him, and Luo Dong's chance made others green with envy.
Around Luo Dong, several other Warrior Apprentices were training. They too hoped Liu Ning might come over and say a few words, but though they'd once nodded acquaintances, Liu Ning didn't speak to them; he took a call and hurried off.
It wasn't that Liu Ning was heartless. He'd already invited them to come along, but they hadn't believed him; Now they wanted a free ride—as if all good things were theirs for the taking.
Liu Ning had good reason to leave: Wang Jun called to say the Gun Club's paperwork was complete and it was opening today. Wang Jun was strolling through the club with a bunch of Rich Second Generation buddies. Some doubted Liu Ning's ability, so he needed to show up, coach a few people on the spot, and let them see the club's real substance. The so-called first shot had to be loud.
Wang Jun's friends were This City's Young Masters. They were skeptical about the club, but Wang Jun's status—and Old Master Wang's Face—meant they had to show support.
Downstairs they'd seen the fees: 200,000 a year for ordinary members, 500,000 for Advanced, and one million for top-tier—the highest level offered. More than twenty of them signed up as top-tier members and toured the building with Wang Jun, but nothing seemed special.
Compared with the City's famous Gun Clubs, this place even looked shabby; its training gear was only middling.
Ordinary People might find it luxurious, but these Young Masters had seen far grander venues.
Liu Ning arrived by cab and was stunned the moment he stepped out. Was this a professional Gun Club or a palace?
In Liu Ning's view, a professional club didn't need such gaudy décor, but Wang Jun disagreed—they were aiming high-end, and even this gilded look barely satisfied the Young Masters.
Inside, Liu Ning felt he'd entered some exclusive lounge. Checking the membership fees, he found them reasonable, but dues were just the entry fee; the real money lay in private coaching.
On the second-floor hall, Liu Ning spotted Wang Jun holding court with the others.
They saw an unremarkable kid. Wang Jun had boasted he'd invited someone comparable to Mr. Zhao Gang—surely not this youngster?
Wang Jun's word was usually solid, so they waited patiently—only for a callow youth, probably not even twenty, to appear. This guy could rival Mr. Zhao Gang? That was outright disrespect to Zhao Gang.
‘Brothers, this is my mentor. I know many of you doubt it, but this is a Gun Club—test him if you like. I guarantee each of you will improve dramatically. If you're satisfied, please send more customers my way. Thank you in advance.'
They'd thought Wang Jun was joking, yet here he was solemnly introducing this ‘mentor.' They were dumbstruck—had Wang Jun lost his mind? Did he take them for fools? If this kid could rival Zhao Gang, then I'm Zhao Gang's father.