Striking the dumb acupoint through the air? Planting a Life and Death Talisman? Zhao Xiaodao's little assistant and Zhang Weili's veteran coach were both utterly dumbfounded, at a complete loss, with no idea what had just happened.
Yet seeing that Zhang Weili and Zhao Xiaodao looked perfectly normal, as though this was nothing out of the ordinary, they did not dare ask. They could only bury their doubts in their hearts and stand to one side as background props.
"Things should be settled on the UFC side. They have something to hold against us—well, the evidence is in our hands—so they probably won't cause any more trouble," Lin Wan said.
Although John could not speak, he could still communicate by typing. With other staff members nearby as well, the UFC president would surely learn the full details. So long as he had a shred of sense, he would let Zhang Weili leave amicably. He might even apologize and push John out to take the blame.
Of course, expecting them to stand in front of Zhang Weili and go toe-to-toe with Golden Bay Entertainment Group was absolutely impossible.
"What about Golden Bay Group?" the coach asked anxiously.
This was his first time coming into close contact with a world-class gang, and he was scared out of his wits.
The little assistant was worried too, but she had watched videos of Zhao Xiaodao in Africa. She had also heard Sister Jing, the previous assistant and now the studio manager, talk about Lu Zheng and Lin Wan's imposing prowess. So she could only turn her hopeful gaze toward Lu Zheng.
"Don't worry. Board your flight on time tomorrow. I'll see you off," Lu Zheng said blandly.
"You're not going back?" the coach asked in surprise.
"It wasn't easy getting here. We'll take another