In this world, Martial Arts reign supreme. Without proficiency in them for self-protection, amassing a massive fortune is merely doing the hard work for someone else's gain.
Every great and wealthy family has private tutors and a Martial Arts Arena, and the Zhu Mansion was naturally no exception.
The Martial Arts Arena.
Several middle-aged Martial Artists scrutinized Zhu Ju, their eyes filled with curiosity about the nouveau riche.
Losing a father at a young age was tragic, but to suddenly inherit such a massive estate was, in some ways, also a stroke of luck.
"Young Master."
Nursing Director Zhang said in a low voice:
"These men are all famous Martial Arts Masters in the city, each possessing unique skills and considerable strength."
"Mm." Zhu Ju nodded, then cupped his fist in his palm in a salute to the group.
