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Bloomington.

After stepping down from the boxing ring, Jose Cooper handed over a towel.

"Where's your brother?"

Chadwick Taylor was still in Ancient City.

"He hasn't come back yet."

It had already been a week.

Wiping the sweat off his face with the towel, the sweat trickled down into his soaked shirt collar as he unlaced his gloves and flexed his fingers, "Useless, always dragging his feet over every little thing."

Two days later, Chadwick Taylor came back with things done.

He hadn't even warmed his seat when Jose Cooper came over to hurry him, "The boss is waiting for you."

Chadwick Taylor took a big gulp of water, "He's waiting for me?"

"Yes, be careful with your words."

He was at the horse riding track.

Chadwick Taylor held his breath and approached, "Boss."

He had a thoroughbred horse named Dragon. Dragon was pitch black, and its speed was dazzling. It came from a noble lineage, a very imperious stallion.