Inside the private room.
The man in the suit sat on the ground, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His face was bruised and swollen, as if he had just been beaten up.
The most tragic part was that the man's left arm seemed to be broken. He was using his right hand to support himself on the ground, barely managing to stand up, his body swaying, looking like he could collapse at any moment.
Old Fu looked at the man in the suit who stood up again, squinting slightly, with a flash of menace in his eyes.
Old Fu smiled and said, "With just an Earth Level strength, you dare to challenge me? I really don't know what gave you the courage."
The man in the suit wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, smiled coldly, and said proudly, "Liang Jingru!"
There was a trace of warm anger on Old Fu's smiling face. He didn't know who Liang Jingru was, but he understood the man in the suit was mocking him.
How dare he mock him at this time?
