In the eyes of others, I am Chen Xuan, the number one thorn in the side of Qingteng Middle School, who smokes and fights, and is full of mischief. They don't know that my bad old master who guards the gate is the "mountain guard" who has made the hidden world of martial arts tremble for hundreds of years. The transfer school beauty handed over a blood-stained marriage letter: "My family is forcing me to get married. You can either marry me or watch me die." I spit out the cigarette butt and smiled. "What age are you now, and you are still engaging in forced marriage?" "Tell those old antiques, I'm guarding this mountain. I'm covering this person. That door -"
"Whoever wants to drive it, I won't do it anyway."
Unless the price they can pay is higher than being a free and easy gangster.
