Boxing Competition

Chen Zhao thought that he'd convinced Murphy's father.

But after three seconds of silence, Murphy's father said, "Sorry. Despite what you said, Murphy still has to go."

"F*ck."

Crack—

Murphy ran over at the sound and saw that his phone had been shattered.

"Boss, you have to pay for my phone."

"Take it." Chen Zhao tossed him a hundred-dollar bill. He studied Murphy for a while and asked, "Where's your mom?"

"Are you unhappy from the talk with my dad?"

"It actually wasn't that bad," Chen Zhao said nonchalantly.

Murphy looked at the pieces of his phone on the ground.

This was the result of something that wasn't that bad.

So, what would he do if it was bad?

"It's always been my mom who contacted me," Murphy said. "I don't have her contact info."

Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. "Then, where does your dad live?"

Murphy stopped talking.

It felt like Chen Zhao wanted to kill his dad.