Trent walked onto the stage and moved Nasir, who was huge and covered in blood, down the stage. He asked the boxers in the gym to bring medical supplies to treat his wounds. He roughly checked Nasir's physical condition.
His skin was seriously injured, and his nerves were damaged. Although it was not fatal, it was completely a threat to his health and safety. At this moment, the ambulance was on the way.
"Hey, little beggar, I'm talking to you! Didn't you just say that I was playing with fire? Come, I'll give you a chance now. Come up!"
Pedro sat in the corner of the arena, enjoying the massage of several beautiful women. He pointed at Trent arrogantly.
"Mr. Hume, forget it! He's just a sparring partner. He's not qualified to fight with you!" Ernest walked over and said with disdain.
"The video has been recorded. I'll have someone take it to edit. Do you want to rest first?" Ernest said.
"Rest?"