"Holy Master, I am the beggar you saved eight years ago. Now I am the undefeated Chinese God of War!"
"I am the down-and-out businessman you pointed out five years ago. I am now the richest man in the country!"
"I am the barefoot doctor you taught me three years ago. I am now a master of Chinese medicine!"
"I am..."
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Looking at the powerful crocodile and the miraculous doctor and the god of war standing in front of his house, Ning Fan frowned: "I really don't want to be a holy master!"
