The middle-aged bald man was very frustrated, unable to vent his anger.
He looked at Chen Zhao in disgust.
"Is everyone in your college as rude as you?"
Suddenly, he felt a hot wave of air from behind. He turned around only to see a bloody mouth before him.
Roar!!!
Immediately, the middle-aged bald man felt death. The few strands of hair on his head swung in the wind.
'Ah..." He sat on the floor and peed himself.
"Haha..." All the people in the boxing club laughed.
Wright stood right before the middle-aged man and looked at him from above. "Mr. Burke, please mind your language and behavior. If you speak rudely to my people again, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the bear."
Wright's words were too domineering. The middle-aged bald man did not even dare to utter a sound.
Wright walked up to Chen Zhao. "Chen, nice job."
Chen Zhao was approved not just by the boxing club, but also by Wright.
