Starting With One Million Luck Points

The mission hall was located on the fifth floor of the mall.

Zhou Hao arrived at the fifth floor and was about to enter the hall when two burly men in black suits stretched out their hands to stop him.

"This is the mission hall of the Underground Alliance Mall, so only martial artists are allowed to enter. Please show your martial artist identification," the man on the left said coldly.

Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment before coming to a realization.

That made sense.

There were no restrictions nor were there any requirements for identification, but that did not mean that they did not check for strength.

After all, even the missions of the lowest level would be carried out outside the city. And outside the city, without the strength of a martial artist, survival alone would be very difficult.

However, Zhou Hao did not have a martial artist identification.

He had only recently increased his strength and had yet to go to the Martial Artist Union to undergo testing and registration.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly threw a punch into the air.

Bang!

The air exploded like a bowstring.

The two men in black suits immediately widened their eyes. This… this guy could cause a phenomenon with just a casual punch. He was definitely a high-level martial artist!

"Can I go in now?" Zhou Hao asked calmly.

"Yes, yes!"

"This way, sir!" The two men in black suits immediately said respectfully. They were extremely humble and even bowed.

Zhou Hao slowly walked into the hall.

The hall was magnificent and spacious.

In the middle of the room was a huge electronic screen, on which a large number of missions were constantly being refreshed.

However, most of the martial artists gathered at the nearby mission counter.

Zhou Hao was not in a hurry. He did not have a clear understanding of his strength yet. It was not appropriate for him to rashly accept a mission.

After browsing for a while, he asked the receptionist at the counter.

Finally, he decided on a guarding mission.

Although the reward for such a mission was not high, the danger was comparatively low, and it was very suitable for Zhou Hao to test out his strength.

The guarding mission required seven martial artists.

Perhaps because the reward was low, Zhou Hao waited for a while before the other martial artists gathered.

"All the good missions have been snatched. I can only accept such a low-level guarding mission."

"It can't be helped. Us weak martial artists have no organization or faction to support us, so there's no way we'll be able to get the good missions."

"That's right. After this, I'm prepared to take a risk and strive to be promoted to an intermediate-level martial artist so that I could join a team."

A few men and women discussed in low voices.

They did not think much of such a low-level guarding mission.

Zhou Hao stood at the edge and did not say a word. He knew that these people around him were all martial artists that demanded respect.

After all, martial artists could earn tens of thousands of yuan just by casually making a trip to the wilderness area.

The reward for this low-level guarding mission was only ten thousand yuan.

For them, it was indeed very low.

"Let's go. The mission location is at the southern station of the city. Let's go there first," a tall burly man said.

The others, including Zhou Hao, nodded.

After leaving the Underground Alliance Mall, the other martial artists each got into their own cars, except for Zhou Hao.

"Little brother, come sit in my car." The tall burly man patted the passenger seat and grinned. In his eyes, Zhou Hao was a martial artist given that only martial artists were allowed to enter the mission hall. Although Zhou Hao looked thin and weak, the other party did not have any intention of looking down on him.

Zhou Hao did not refuse him for the sake of being polite and sat in the front passenger seat.

Boom.

The car was a Falcon series hover car, and it was extremely fast. It was also Zhou Hao's first time sitting in such a luxurious car. Apparently, the price for the car alone exceeded 200,000 yuan.

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the southern station of the city.

Groups of fully armed soldiers stood upright at the entrance. On both sides were large-caliber Divine Ambush Cannons. These cannons were imitations of the cannons from the Machine Race and could easily tear apart the Demon Race and the Insect Race general-level experts.

However, this was only the third line of defense.

There were two more lines of defense ahead, with more powerful weapons.

"You are the temporary martial artist team that accepted the guarding mission this time, right?" Just as Zhou Hao and the others arrived, a man in glasses walked over.

The tall burly man nodded.

The man in glasses swept his eyes over the tall burly man, Zhou Hao, and the others and frowned slightly. He said, "You guys go and change into standard armor. Go to the weapon room next door. There will be specialized personnel to distribute it to you."

"There's even standard armor?"

"This guarding mission is probably not simple!"

The other martial artists were shocked as they walked towards the exclusive weapon room beside the door.

Although the standard armor's defense was not strong and could only resist the low-level warriors of the Demon Race and the Insect Race, each set of armor was worth more than 500,000 yuan.

Low-level martial artists like the tall burly man also had their own armor, as it was necessary to them. However, unless it was a relatively dangerous mission, they generally wouldn't wear it. This was because repairing armor required a lot of money. And if the armor was completely damaged, they would have to buy another set.

Soon, the seven of them changed into standard armor. This armor could even change its color according to the environment.

This was the first time Zhou Hao had worn armor. He realized that not only was the armor not heavy, it was actually very light and convenient. It was as if he was wearing a coat that did not affect his movements at all.

"This mission is very important. Although you are a temporary martial artist, you still have to take it seriously. For this mission, you will be protecting the outstanding students selected by the various high schools. Each of them is a third level blood essence genius. Their potential is extraordinary, and we can't afford to lose them," the man in glasses said with an abnormally serious expression.

The tall burly man and the other martial artists nodded. No wonder everyone was given standard armor. It turned out that their mission was to protect the genius students of the various high schools.

Ten minutes later, a bus arrived.

The bus door opened and eight students and eight bodyguards got out one after another.

Zhou Hao's pupils constricted slightly when he saw these students.

Xu Ling was among them!