"Andrew, how exactly did you cultivate?
"When I went to school this semester, you weren't even a prospective fighter!"
Annie's beautiful eyes flickered as she recalled Chief Charles's guess. She couldn't help but say excitedly, "Could it be that you were really taken in as a disciple by an Ultimate fighter? That's right... Only such a powerhouse could make an untalented guy in martial arts advance by leaps and bounds in a short period to reach such a level!"
"..."
Andrew's face darkened. He pinched Annie's nose and scolded, "Sister, what do you mean by a useless martial artist?"
"Eh?"
As they were chatting over here, a call came in.
Andrew's good mood was disturbed, and he couldn't help but become irritated.
Looking at the time on the phone, he picked up the call. Andrew sneered and said, "No matter who you are, please give me an explanation first... calling someone in the middle of the night, don't you have a f*cking public conscience?"
Hyber Grand Hotel.
