My father has been dead for three years. He gave me a dream in the middle of the night: Son, burn some airplanes, cannons, and machine guns for your father. He is fighting for territory with the Lord of Hell in the underworld! I'm burned. My dad really won. He suddenly bit off a piece of the Prince of Hell's territory. From then on, my father was fighting below, and I was collecting rents above - when he won a battle, he would teach me a skill: the gambling skills of the God of Gamblers Gao Jin, the medical skills of the medical sage Hua Tuo, the Zhengyi Sutra of the dead Taoist priest, the half-step collapse fist of the boxing champion... During the day, I was still the poor boy who was stepped on, and at night, I was the prince of the number one warlord in the underworld. Someone asked me why? I have a good father.
