The best method Ba Shoufu could think of was to overwhelm Ding Ling with money, power, beauties, and the like.
As long as he could daze Ding Ling with those things, dealing with Chen Birou afterward would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?
Without a partner.
And without money.
What could Chen Birou accomplish in the future?
Hmph.
Ba Shoufu seemed to see the day when Chen Birou knelt before him and smiled seductively.
His entire body heated up.
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye.
The next day.
Saint Knight William Ian arrived at the arena in Times Square.
He was a head taller than Park Yong-in and much more muscular than Oshima Kenji. His body was covered in muscle, far beyond what Oshima Kenji could compare to.
At a glance, he looked like a walking Iron Pagoda, radiating an aura that said, "I'm not someone to mess with."
His eyes were as wide as bronze bells, and his face resembled an evil spirit. With his arms folded, he swept his gaze in every direction. Anyone he looked at instinctively lowered their head. Only a few bold people and the reporters dared to meet the Saint Knight's eyes, because these reporters had learned about his personality. They knew that although he looked fierce and terrifying, he was fairly easy to get along with in private. It was only in the arena that he became comparable to a ferocious beast.
As Ding Ling stepped onto the stage.
"Ah!!"
"Ding Ling, it's Ding Ling!!!!"
The entire venue erupted into screams and cheers!
The sheer number of Ding Ling's fans was obvious.
Even those who were not his fans were influenced and screamed along with them. As a result, whenever Ding Ling appeared, the screams tore through