A person's name carries weight like the shadow of a tree.
The deeds of Wu Li in the murky world of Los Angeles's underworld were gradually spreading through both the Underworld and the Martial Arts World:
Armed with nothing but his courage, he stormed into the hideout of a gang leader and single-handedly killed forty-seven gunmen!
In a clash involving hundreds, he alone killed the Dragon King of the Longhua Association!
Just with these two feats, none of the Martial Arts Hall disciples present felt Wu Li was being arrogant; instead, they were looking forward to joining the Hua Jian Security and undergoing Wu Li's training.
"Why don't we discuss the security details now?" He Ye asked Wu Li.
Wu Li nodded subconsciously, then quickly turned to the camera, "Then today's live broadcast will..."
If they were going to discuss official matters, they certainly wouldn't be able to continue the live broadcast.
"What the... it's ending just like that?"
"That's it?"
"What a letdown."
