This body has now reached eighteen years of age.

He has been father and son with David Benson for eighteen years as well.

David Benson's temper—stubborn, rigid, foul!

But he is upright and righteous as a person, and as an agent, he enforces the law impartially. He may not be a good father, but he is definitely a good man.

Ordinary people might not be able to understand this kind of good man.

But in his previous life, Mark Benson was a journalist, and he knew deeply that people like David Benson, though never popular in society, are essential—without people like David Benson, this damned society would be finished.

People like David Benson are at the bottom of society, but they are truly the backbone of a harmonious society, silently giving for everyone.

Mark Benson has complicated feelings toward this father, but the bond between father and son is absolutely genuine.

Deep down, Little Mark secretly vowed: "Sirius, you better pray that Old Benson is all right. If anything happens to Old Benson, I'll wipe out everyone in the Qinglong Society."

"Even if Old Benson is fine, this grudge will never be let go."

"Don't even think about leaving Boyang City alive."

"I'll throw all eighty thousand martial arts points I've saved over the years into a single martial art, even if it means beating you to death with my bare hands."

"Level fifteen martial artist..."

"Means nothing!"

"Damn, this is really frustrating."

"All these years, the martial arts points I've painstakingly saved were meant to be invested in my life-bound martial art. Using them now would be such a waste."

Mark Benson was still thinking about that RR in a cheap paper black suit, who had gifted him the "Supreme Void Divine Martial Realm Reincarnation Aptitude Gift Pack."

Inside that gift pack, there was a life-bound martial art.

This was the martial art he was "born with."

It was also the martial art most suited to him in the world.

And the one that could best bring out Mark Benson's talent.

He had painstakingly saved up eighteen years' worth of martial arts points, never willing to use them, just to one day open the gift pack and invest them all in his life-bound martial art.

The Heavenly Martial System kept reminding him that opening the gift pack required the right environment. Even with his toes, Little Mark could guess that the right environment could only be the Supreme Void Divine Martial Realm...

Vera Clark was busy with police work and couldn't wait around. After accompanying Mark Benson for a while, she was called away by a message from the Public Security Bureau. With Mark Benson taking care of his father, a few agents left with Vera Clark as well.

Mark Benson waited outside the emergency room for more than four hours, but the door never opened. During that time, Mrs. Benson called to check in several times, but Little Mark kept saying he was studying at a classmate's house.

As for David Benson, he often stayed out late on cases, so his mother didn't suspect anything.

To suppress his anxiety, Mark Benson kept crouching in a corner, using internal cultivation to calm his emotions.

A cold wind suddenly swept over.

Mark Benson became slightly alert, and saw a man in black, with a stern face and a powerful stride, heading straight for the emergency room.

By this time, the hospital was already deserted.

Several thoughts flashed through Little Mark's mind, and a sense of danger kept flaring up. He was absolutely certain this person was not a Public Security officer coming to visit his father.

He knew all the agents at the city bureau.

And it was even less likely to be a doctor!

This man in black exuded an air of arrogance and savagery.

Even a coroner would look kinder than this guy, and even a veterinarian would seem gentler and more pleasant. This kind of aura could only be found in criminals, especially those with a long record of crimes and evil deeds.

Not to mention, what kind of doctor would show up in the middle of the night in combat gear, looking so aggressive for a night shift?

The Heavenly Martial System only alerts him to threats to the host, so it remained silent at this moment.

Mark Benson wanted to call for help, but he was clever enough to know that even if someone heard and rushed over, they wouldn't be able to help him or Old Benson in time.

"They must be Qinglong Society's black martial artists, here to finish off David Benson?"

"Today, you just happened to run into me, Fast Hands Little Mark, so I'll show you what it means to be born into the wrong family!"

"Pah, I'm not talking about myself."

Mark Benson hadn't expected that one day he'd end up roasting himself, which made him even more annoyed.

"Primary School Fitness Exercise No. 12: Hammering the Heavenly Gate!"

Of course, Mark Benson knew his own weaknesses. Other than one internal art and one lightness skill...

All right!

The Primary School Fitness Exercises don't count as martial arts.

He had never learned any real fighting techniques.

So, when facing a legendary black martial artist, Little Mark definitely wasn't going to jump out and duel him—he went straight for a sneak attack.

He had been crouching on the ground, cultivating his internal energy, and when he struck, this "Hammering the Heavenly Gate" went straight for the black-clad man's rather prominent butt.

Little Mark put his all into this strike, not holding back at all just because he was crouched down—his power output was at full strength.

The man in black, of course, saw Mark Benson, but didn't pay any attention to a mere teenager. He was about to stride boldly into the emergency room when a sudden gust of force came from behind. He gave a cold smile and swept his arm back to block the sneak attack.

This man in black was none other than the black martial artist Sirius Black Moon, a member of the Qinglong Society and even ranked on the Black List.

As a level fifteen martial artist, he had roamed the martial world and rarely met an equal. Naturally, he didn't take an "ordinary" teenager seriously!