That night.
Heavy Peak Martial Hall, in the VIP room.
"Thank you for coming, Brother Bai, Commissioner Su, Commissioner Carly. Huo'er's selection for the elite quota this time was all thanks to the efforts of you three commissioners."
Wan Shan raised his wineglass with a broad smile and addressed Bai Hong and the other two.
At the same time, he spoke to Wan Huo, who stood beside him, his face still somewhat pale.
"Huo'er, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank the three commissioners."
Wan Huo immediately dropped to one knee and spoke respectfully.
"Thank you for your assistance, seniors. I will certainly repay you in the future."
He lowered his head, hiding the savagery and wild joy that flashed deep in his eyes. From hell to heaven in just a few short days! After all its twists and turns, this elite quota had still ended up in his hands.
Even so, his hatred for Lin Sheng had not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it grew ever stronger.
After all, he had always been conceited. He had never experienced anything like his miserable, wretched defeat in the ring this time.
Just you wait, Li Wei. Once I grow stronger through the elite training, I'll repay that day's humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold...
As he muttered inwardly, Su Mingquan reached out from his seat at the table and helped him up, smiling as he spoke.
"No need to stand on ceremony, Nephew Wan. Your talent is quite outstanding to begin with. Had you not been careless for a moment, you would never have lost the match."
"Exactly. Commissioner Su is right."
Carly smiled sweetly, a completely different person from the strictly businesslike commissioner at the Iron Bone Boxing Gym a few days earlier. Her eyes shimmered as she