Han Lang's words stunned Ma Long, who froze on the spot and asked softly in disbelief.
"Young sir, doesn't your path emphasize inheritance? Can someone like me, with no background or connections, also learn?"
Han Lang retorted, "Why not? What inheritance is there to emphasize?"
Han Lang couldn't understand Ma Long's question, as his own entry into the path of cultivation was purely by chance. Moreover, in the memories of the異世藥尊 (Yi Shi Yao Zun - Medicine Venerable of Another World), there were no recollections of anything like "secret arts, not to be passed on."
Seeing Han Lang's nonchalant reply, Ma Long became even more perplexed.
"No, young sir. Aren't all cultivators like you passed down through families and sects? Can anyone on the street teach you? If that's the case, then why are martial artists still so rare?"
Ma Long's series of questions once again stumped Han Lang.
He also didn't understand why cultivators had become so rare and mysterious in modern cities, seemingly hiding on another side of society, as if afraid of being discovered.
Seeing Han Lang's prolonged silence, Ma Long could only ponder the answer himself.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he excitedly shouted.
"I know! You must have seen my potential, which is why you're inviting me to join your inheritance, right?"
Han Lang rolled his eyes to the heavens, utterly speechless.
But then he thought, he himself knew very little about modern city cultivators. To avoid endless explanations, he decided to humor Ma Long.
"Well, something like that!"
Upon receiving confirmation, Ma Long became even more excited. His face was filled with pride, but he deliberately put on a reluctant demeanor.
"In that case, I'll reluctantly agree. But you absolutely cannot go back on your word!"
Seeing him like this, Han Lang couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Don't worry, I won't go back on my word. I'll arrange it for you as soon as I have time later, alright?"
With the promise, Ma Long finally felt at ease and patted his chest contentedly.
Suddenly, he felt something hard. Upon taking it out, he saw it was the handgun he had just taken from Black Wolf.
This was not a legitimate item, so to avoid being seen when leaving Hi-KTV, he had casually stashed it in his inner shirt pocket. 138 Reading Network.
"Young sir, what should we do with this gun? It's illegal to keep it on us!"
Watching Ma Long jiggle the handgun, Han Lang couldn't help but frown.
This was truly a hot potato!
"How about we hand it over to the police?"
"How can that be! This thing's origin is unknown. How would you explain to people if you handed it to the police? Say you took it from gangsters? Without evidence, how would they believe you? Wouldn't they drag you in for an investigation?"
Hearing Ma Long's words, Han Lang also got a headache.
"If I had known it would be so troublesome, I should have just returned it to Black Wolf just now!"
Hearing Han Lang say this, Ma Long immediately protested, "Young sir, what are you saying? To let them continue to harm society? It would be better for me to hide it myself!"
As Ma Long spoke, he continued to stuff the gun into his chest with dissatisfaction.
Seeing this, Han Lang quickly stopped him, "Does hiding it make it legal? Give it to me, I'll find a way to destroy it!"
Ma Long asked doubtfully, "You have a way?"
Han Lang impatiently took the gun from Ma Long, putting it into his own inner shirt pocket as he replied.
"Don't worry! I'm a cultivator, after all. If all else fails, I can smash it with my fists. Just leave it to me!"
Hearing the word "cultivator," Ma Long immediately dispelled his doubts and stopped dwelling on the issue.
However, he didn't know that the moment Han Lang tucked the handgun into his chest, he had already activated his divine sense and transferred the handgun into the Three-Story Pagoda.
Meanwhile, inside Hi-KTV.
Hou Cang, looking at his messy base camp and dozens of injured brothers, flew into a rage.
"What were all of you doing? Two people beat you all like this?"
Black Wolf also looked wronged. "Master Hou, you really can't blame us for this. Those two are skilled fighters. In their eyes, we are just a rabble. We were truly powerless!"
"You still have the nerve to say that!" Hearing Black Wolf's voice, Hou Cang's anger intensified. "I begged Master Jin for so long, and finally got three firearms. And you, in just two days, managed to lose two of them. How am I supposed to explain this to Master Jin later!"
"But..."
Black Wolf was about to say something more, but was quickly stopped by a subordinate beside him, who also advised softly.
"Brother Black Wolf! Stop talking. Look at Master Hou's eyes now; he looks like he wants to eat people. Master Hou wasn't present when the handgun was taken, so he naturally doesn't know how incredible the scene was. No matter how much you explain now, he won't believe you."
Hearing this, Black Wolf thought it made sense. He then suppressed his grievances and stood aside, letting Hou Cang vent his anger.
After a while, Hou Cang calmed down slightly. Rubbing his temples, he pointed at Black Wolf and said.
"This matter is not over. I don't care what method you use, you must get this place back!"
Black Wolf looked troubled. "But Master Hou, if we confront them directly, we might not get any good out of it."
Hearing this, Hou Cang roared again, "Then do it sneakily! Can't you smash and grab in the middle of the night? Can't you ambush them? Do I have to teach you these things?"
"Wouldn't that be too low?"
Hou Cang was speechless. "Low? Brother! Please use your brain! We are gangsters, do we still need to talk about benevolence and morality with him?"
Just as Hou Cang's temper was about to flare up again, a phone call came in very inconveniently.
Hou Cang picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Annoyed, he directly hung up. Just as he was about to continue scolding his subordinates, the phone rang again, still the same unfamiliar number.
"Damn it, I want to see who dares to court death at this time!"
Saying that, he pressed the answer button and shouted angrily.
"Hello, what is it!"
The person on the other end of the phone clearly flinched slightly at Hou Cang's roar. Then, a clear and authoritative female voice came through.
"Oh, Officer Tang! It's been a few days, and your temper seems to have grown even more!"
Hearing the other party's tone, coupled with the voice that sounded somewhat familiar, Hou Cang quickly searched his mind for a corresponding person.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.
His angry expression instantly vanished, replaced by one of worry and doubt.
After calming himself slightly, he quickly replied with a smile, "Oh, it's Officer Tang! My apologies, my apologies, I didn't recognize your voice at first. Is there something you need? I've been very law-abiding recently! I haven't done anything illegal or against the rules!"