270: C270 You Don't Have to Know That

C270 You Don't Have to Know That

After saying that, Ye Han waved and went downstairs.

Guan Bao followed Ye Han with his eyes until his figure disappeared. Then, he returned to the room happily.

"Aiyo, my little darling, you're truly worthy of being my, Guan Bao's, seed. Awesome!"

Guan Bao stared at the young man for a few seconds with a smile on his old face.

Ye Han left the farmhouse. After determining the direction, he glided forward in the air with a tap of his feet.

With his speed, he could run as fast as a car at full speed.

However, when Ye Han was almost in the city, he unconsciously slowed down.

Since there were too many people in the city, he naturally had to be wary of them.

After all, only a small number of people knew of the existence of martial practitioners.

After slowing down, Ye Han suddenly stopped as he slowly passed by Black Turtle Street.

"Come out!"

As his voice faded, two men in black suits flashed to the side.

"Mr. Ye Han, my young master invites you"

When Ye Han heard that, he raised his head and glanced at the suited man.

"Lead the way!"

These two men in black suits had followed him for almost half an hour.

However, from the looks of it, they did not seem to harbor any ill intentions. Thus, Ye Han was curious which family had targeted him.

"Mr. Ye Han, please!"

The two men in black gestured an inviting gesture and brought Ye Han to a coffee shop not far away.

There weren't many people in the café, only a few customers.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this, the corner of Ye Han's mouth curved into a smile.

He was able to discern with a glance that these customers were all martial artists.

Although these people acted like they were normal people, their killing intent couldn't be hidden from Ye Han.

The two men in suits left quietly with Ye Han, who was seated in the innermost booth.

At this moment, Ye Han's attention was completely focused on the young man in the VIP seat.

"Ye Han, sixteen years old, first class in First Secondary School of Jinlin, ten days ago, you awakened a martial artist in the Gold-scaled Inspectorate, seven days ago, you awakened Scribe in the classroom …"

The young man on the elegant seat raised his head and looked at Ye Han as he spoke softly to himself.

"A commoner could actually awaken the dual occupation of warrior and Scribe. In addition, he also dabbled in the classes of gunners and Arts Manipulator. This is truly surprising!"

At this point, the young man lightly clapped his hands.

He maintained a faint smile on his face, giving off the impression that he was bathed in spring wind.1

Unfortunately, his words carried a trace of indistinct arrogance.

This pride had obviously come from the depths of his bones.

"A disciple of a big clan?" Which family are you from? "

Ye Han only needed a glance at the young man to roughly determine the other's identity. However, the identity of the other party was not something that could be determined with the naked eye.

When the young man heard this, he stretched out his finger and lightly shook it a few times.

"You don't need to know about this …"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Han was already laughing.

"Qin Changye, the eldest son of the direct descendant of the Qin Family. He is known as the Fourth Young Master of the Dragon Country. He is proficient in Scribe, Painting, Tea Dao, Calligraphy …"

When Ye Han said this, Qin Changye, who always carried a faint sense of superiority, instantly changed his facial expression.

"How do you know who I am?"

He was thoroughly shocked. Ye Han in front of him was like a monster. He saw through his identity, and he even clearly knew what he was good at.

Ye Han heard this and smiled faintly.

"You don't need to know!"

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