The reason for valuing strength less seemed to be this weird thing called "technology." The woman he talked to realized how clueless the mountain lord truly was and explained a lot to him, including that lights or the TV weren't arrays and that weapons were much more powerful than humans.
"This was fun; once again, this is my card. You can call me if you don't find anything, and I will help you out," Miss Yan, or rather Yan Yuiling, said as she saw the mountain lord out.
It was a refreshing conversation for her, who was used to difficult business decisions and talks or random second-generation rich suitors following her around and asking her out.
Meanwhile, the mountain lord was also quite satisfied as he learned a lot about the world and how he would be able to earn money. "Yan Software," it said on the card with the number Yan Yuiling reminded him to call once he got a smartphone, which in her opinion was necessary for every adult to have in this world.
I guess to earn money, I would have to become someone who protects people. Sounds like some of these elders are protecting their most talented young masters, which always felt like they were just slaves to their young masters will. Well, if I really do it, I need to find a person I like or am curious about first. Sadly, Yan Yuiling wasn't hiring bodyguards; that would be perfect.
While he strolled through the city once more, the night arrived, and only a few people were seen on the streets of the business district.
Maybe that old lady from the antique district? The mountain lord was thinking of becoming someone's bodyguard, and this old lady seemed like the best candidate so far. She already had bodyguards, but given his skills, the mountain lord was confident in her accepting him.
Arriving at the antique street without any vendors, he walked through the street in hopes of meeting the old lady but instead found something else. There was a young man approximately 20 years old and dressed in a luxurious outfit with the thugs that scammed him before.
"Let me go now! Do you even know who my father is?!" The young man shouted.
"Heh, your father isn't here right now; it's only you. Now give us everything inside your wallet and leave these clothes behind as well. I'm sure they will fetch a good price," the boss of the thugs said.
The young man looked around in panic. Was he really about to be robbed and even embarrassed in public? He needed to see the owner of the antique street urgently since he recently had lost the lucky charm his dad gave him and heard it was sold within the antique street.
Now instead he had run into these goons and was about to be robbed. He looked around and saw the mountain lord: "Please help me fight off these goons; I will reward you handsomely."
"Sure, I will help you," the mountain lord replied to the surprise of everyone involved. Especially the thugs that just robbed him recently were surprised by the sudden courage.
"You will help?" One of the thugs stepped up to the mountain lord until he was just an inch away. "How was the antique baseball bat from last time? Do you want to buy one more?" He asked provocatively.
"No, I will help him. After all, I want to become a bodyguard. This may serve as a good qualification; after all, qualifications matter a lot, apparently."
The thugs were stunned before loud laughter rang throughout the quite dark alley. "HAHAHahahha, you want to become a bodyguard??? A wimp like you that got scared away last time and handed over everything. Come on, prove yourself. Hit me, and I will be the judge of whether you are fit to be a bodyguard," the thug in front of the mountain lord said.
"Good, let it be like that," the mountain lord, an expert at controlling his exact strength, adjusted himself and punched.
As the impact of his fist hit the thug in his stomach, he flew back and lay on the cold, hard concrete floor. He was still conscious but barely holding on. He hadn't seen the punch coming at all and therefore couldn't react.
"So what do you think?" The mountain lord asked.
"Men!" the leader suddenly shouted with a serious face. "We need to take him down together. Take out your bats and leave him no chance. We can't beat him if we play fair."
The thugs, no longer wasting time, grabbed their bats and rushed towards the mountain lord, who stood in the middle with an aura of tranquility. Like someone who could neither experience fear nor excitement.
The first bat was swung at him, but the mountain lord dodged it without effort; he moved fast as the wind, and every movement was calculated. Dodge after dodge, hit after hit. Every thug got one chance to hit him before being taken out by one flat-handed punch, this time leaving the thug unconscious.
The second-generation rich silk silk pants watched this scene in disbelief; he thought he was done for, but seeing this performance, he could see that the mountain lord wasn't an ordinary person.
His weird choice of clothing combined with his masterful execution of dodges and hits was he a true martial arts master?
He had heard of martial arts masters before, but even his father had never personally met one. They were exalted individuals and said to have abilities beyond other human capabilities. But why would someone with such status help him?
The mountain lord was done shortly after leaving everyone except the first thug unconscious. The thug didn't get up and played unconscious, though, due to fear of the pure strength and agility displayed by this mysterious individual, leaving only one question in his mind. Why did he let us rob him before?
The mountain lord, satisfied with his work, had tried out a low-level technique he got gifted once only without using any cultivation and strongly limiting his strength. It was quite satisfactory for a low-level technique.
He walked up to the nervous young man and finally asked, "So you said you would reward me for taking them out?"