Sometimes, it's hard to distinguish between confidence and arrogance; it's entirely subjective.

When Gao Xuan claims he can beat ten people, Housekeeper Li sees it as bold arrogance. In Qi Yan's eyes, Gao Xuan simply has enough confidence.

Of course, Qi Yan wouldn't actually have ten people fight Gao Xuan. She only hired a bodyguard and driver for four thousand bucks.

The first key is reliability and stability. Secondly, there should be some combat ability. Beyond that, there shouldn't be too high expectations.

Dragon Soaring Martial Arts Hall has been open for decades. Although the owner Ma Boyuan isn't a great fighter, he's of good character and has an excellent reputation in the area.

Moreover, Dragon Soaring Martial Arts Hall is rooted in the local area.

With Dragon Soaring Martial Arts Hall as his backing, Gao Xuan is at least reliable enough. Though he used some tricks to defeat the bodyguard, it's evident he genuinely has skills.

Qi Yan decided on the spot to let Gao Xuan stay and instructed the servants to arrange accommodation for him.

The manor is large enough, so there's no problem arranging a spot for Gao Xuan. Plus, it's convenient for management to have him live there.

Gao Xuan successfully got the job, and Ma Li was also relieved. He gave Gao Xuan a few words of advice, mostly to be cautious in action and conduct.

Gao Xuan naturally thanked his senior brother and made plans to invite him for a meal when free. He then accompanied Ma Li to the gate.

As they left, Ma Li couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn that throw move?"

Dragon Soaring Boxing Hall teaches Tai Chi and Baji but doesn't have wrestling techniques.

"It's just using the Tai Chi Silk-Reeling Hand to listen and deflect force, then I casually threw him."

Gao Xuan said, "Senior Brother, this is the authentic Tai Chi passed down by our master."

Ma Li was skeptical. Tai Chi is generally for health, whereas Baji Fist is for fighting.

The rationale behind Tai Chi is nice: receiving, transforming, and releasing, using softness to overcome hardness. However, in a fight, when someone throws a punch, you either block or dodge. There's no time for receiving, transforming, and releasing.

This means that for every action from the opponent, you have to respond with three actions. To practice at such a refined level truly requires exceptional mastery.

Having learned from his father all his life, Ma Li knew his father was only mediocre in Tai Chi, but he had significant skill in Baji Fist.

With time pressing, Ma Li couldn't ask in detail. He could only believe that Gao Xuan genuinely had a breakthrough and advanced in his skills.

After seeing Ma Li off, Gao Xuan returned to his accommodation. He stayed in an annex building, much smaller than the main building and over a hundred meters apart.

This four-story building had more than thirty rooms, but only one bathroom per floor.

Since Gao Xuan arrived late, he was casually placed in a corner room on the first floor with only about ten square meters, a bed, a table, and a cupboard. There's a small window on the north side, where a bit of sunlight can be seen at sunset.

The key issue is outside; there's a neatly trimmed lawn and flowers, and in this season, the outside is full of mosquitoes, especially at lower floors, where mosquitoes are particularly dense.

For this type of low-level bodyguard, the room certainly wouldn't have air conditioning. Not even an electric fan.

With outside temperatures reaching thirty-five degrees, the room without open windows is even more hot and humid.

This was the old housekeeper deliberately not giving Gao Xuan a fan because he disliked him. Just to make things difficult for Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan wasn't bothered by these things; his skin was tightly sealed, blocking external heat, while internal heat could be metabolized through breathing.

In terms of precise bodily control, no one in the world could match Gao Xuan.

The so-called harsh environment was only harsh for ordinary people.

Gao Xuan's skin was now tight and flexible; even if mosquitoes flew in, they couldn't pierce his skin to suck his blood.

Gao Xuan didn't need to practice martial arts now; he just needed enough energy.

In the absence of necessity, he rested on the bed to conserve energy.

As a newcomer, Gao Xuan was quite unwelcome. After all, he had just arrived and beat up a colleague, offending Housekeeper Li.

With just a word from Housekeeper Li, no one was willing to associate with Gao Xuan.

In this house, Qi Yan is the Patriarch. However, all internal and external affairs are managed by Housekeeper Li.

Bodyguards, drivers, cooks, gardeners, servants, etc., all are assigned by Housekeeper Li. No one dares offend Housekeeper Li.

At night, no one called Gao Xuan to dinner.

Gao Xuan, with keen ears, couldn't be fooled as everyone sneaked to the kitchen to eat.

He shamelessly followed into the kitchen, where there were two large long tables for the staff to dine.

The kitchen had prepared four large basins of food, with a cook serving up meals.

Seeing Gao Xuan come in, the greasy fat cook glared, "Who are you? Never seen you. How did you sneak in for a meal? Get out."

Normally, a young person would likely feel embarrassed at such a scolding.

However, Gao Xuan responded with a smile, "I'm Gao Xuan. From now on, I'm part of this family. I like to eat meat, more meat for me."

Among the four large basins of food, one was beef stew with potatoes. It looked bright and rich in flavor.

While high society in Golden City loves seafood, the bodyguards and servants certainly don't have the privilege to eat it. Beef stew with potatoes is more practical.

Outside Golden City, there are many ranches with herds of cattle and sheep. Beef is relatively cheap.

Pointing at the beef stew with potatoes, Gao Xuan said, "A lot of this please."

The cook wasn't happy, "I don't even know you. Go find someone to vouch for you. Otherwise, how do I know who you are?"

Gao Xuan realized the cook was deliberately making things difficult. With over a hundred people in this place, mostly from the lower rung, it was suspicious that the cook picked on him. Surely someone must have instructed this.

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