Chapter 361 Death and Destiny

At the moment, a shirtless man was hitting a wooden stump in the courtyard. He seemed to be in his late fifties, going on to sixty, but he looked extremely fit and well-built, unlike the avid gym-goer’s bulky bodies. His body was chiseled and toned, a flawless piece of work by the man himself. To have such a toned physique, one had to be consistently practicing martial arts, training, and sculpting the body. The martial art he was practicing was a style called Wing Chun. A set of flurrying motions awarded anyone watching a visual feast but also concealed its immense power. Dickson Watt entered the courtyard and stood there, watching the old man practicing his moves. About three minutes later, the man finally stopped. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned toward Dickson. He was too focused on his training and did not notice the arrival of a visitor. A look of surprise appeared on his face. “Who are you?” he asked. Dickson smiled cheerfully. He opened his mouth, exposi