In a bustling eastern metropolis stands a small martial arts school that the world's strongest fighters are eager to join.
Its fees are exorbitant. Even chatting with the owner for just one minute costs 8,888 yuan.
Its hours are completely irregular. It opens for at most a few hours a day, and closes for a break every few days.
Its service is terrible. Students go years without receiving any guidance from the owner, and aren't even given a single training uniform.
Yet somehow, countless strong fighters fight tooth and nail to get into this bizarre little martial arts school every day, even if all they can do is clean.
One day, the president of the Global Martial Artists Association, who had spent years living in seclusion deep in the mountains, arrived at the school.
“Daddy's busy making me a birthday cake today. Come back and line up tomorrow,” said a sweet-voiced little girl, delicate and adorable.
