Wang Lie backed down and agreed to hand over Mad Dragon.
Everyone froze for a moment, though they were not exactly surprised.
Jin Yuanjiang, Xiong Wenhui, Su Dazhu, and the others had shown a little of their strength outside, becoming the focus of discussion.
How could the base leaders, who already wanted to investigate Chen Luo, not have heard?
Their first impression was that his base was brimming with talent.
He certainly had the strength to back up his arrogance.
Wang Lie sat in his seat, his face livid. Handing over Mad Dragon was a major blow to him, destroying his prestige.
From now on, he would also be the butt of other people's jokes.
But what could he do?
Confront Chen Luo head-on?
He did not have the confidence.
He could only make other plans after he returned.
Mad Dragon was not truly crazy. Knowing Wang Lie had yielded under pressure, he shot Chen Luo a hateful look, left his seat, and turned to run out of the venue.
Xia Haoran blocked his path.
A crazed grin appeared on Mad Dragon's face. You dare block me? I'll kill one of you first!
Expressionless, Xia Haoran threw a heavy punch straight at Mad Dragon's face.
Mad Dragon saw only a blur before his face felt as though a truck had slammed into it. His nose shattered on the spot.
With a bang, Mad Dragon was sent flying, his consciousness growing hazy.
Wang Lie stared at Xia Haoran in disbelief. Even among level-five fighters, Mad Dragon was powerful, with few able to match him. He was the second-best fighter in Wang Lie's base.
And he had been taken down with a single punch?
This Xia Haoran had to be at least level six. Wang Lie did not even dare consider level