My name is Meng Changhai. On this day, my eightieth birthday, I still have eight days and 11 hours left to live. That damn thief God finally remembered me.
Bind the "God of War" system and start a life of a king.
While other old men were recuperating, I was doing leapfrog.
While other old men were drinking tea and reading newspapers, I was doing push-ups.
While the other old guys were taking a walk, I was doing strength training.
While other old men were dancing square dances with old ladies, I was doing the eighth routine of radio gymnastics.
It was not until many years later, when I became the God of War, that I proudly said when faced with questions from many reporters.
"The people who were in the same nursing home with me back then were all driven away by me."
