High Martial: My Dad Has a Godly System

My name is Wang Teng. By the time you read this

My dad has gone crazy!

Our factory keeps losing money, and the company’s cash flow could dry up at any moment. But he’s acting like he’s possessed, throwing money around like there’s no tomorrow.

Not physically strong enough?

An eighty-thousand-yuan bottle of premium nutrient solution: drink one, toss one.

Not strong-willed enough?

Five mental wellness coaches to offer guidance, and three more to applaud.

What?

You don’t want to practice martial arts anymore?

Then buy a planet and become its governor!

So while everyone else relies on talent to practice martial arts,

I rely on my dad.

Some anonymous tycoon, Wang Zhifu: Hahahaha! My son Wang Teng has what it takes to become a great emperor!