After he had finished speaking, Iron Hand still didn't respond.
Such distraction was uncommon during the several years of collaboration between the two. Emperor Quan hesitated as he looked at the obviously dejected and gloomy complexion of Iron Hand, the sunken sockets of his eyes, a pair of bloodshot eyes...
Dangerously narrowing his eyes, he quickly closed the file in front of him, methodically placed it into the filing cabinet, and then stood up.
"Iron Hand, let's go. Let's spar a bit."
What he referred to as sparring was both of them heading to the Practice Room downstairs to exchange blows.
As the heir to the Quan family, Emperor Quan had been groomed to be the successor since his childhood. He was not only well-versed in various top-level martial arts, but also skilled in skills such as fencing, horse riding, and racing that the young masters engaged in—there was nothing he couldn't do, nothing he wasn't proficient in.
