Near the arena, Brother Hao's face was tight as he continuously rubbed his chest, pacing back and forth enduring the pain. When his eyes fell upon Fang Yu in the distant crowd, he felt suffocated and extremely frustrated.
"Brother Hao, we've found out." A minion rushed over hastily.
"What did you find out?" Brother Hao asked eagerly.
"This person is the once famous Fang Yu from Jiangzhou, known as Iron Fist King!" The minion said, face filled with horror.
Upon hearing this, Brother Hao turned pale and was speechless.
"Who told you this?" He couldn't believe it.
"People close to Boss Ji!"
Boss Ji!
Brother Hao's eyes widened instantly.
His brothers around him trembled in fear, feeling a chill down their spines.
Brother Yu, Brother Yu... Zeng Qiji, that bastard, shouting like a poodle, is he the Iron Fist King from back then?
How could it be the Iron Fist King!
Brother Hao's mind went blank.
