With that kick, Pedro's chest seemed to have suffered a heavy blow of a thousand pounds. He was sent flying several feet away. After several consecutive somersaults, he stopped at the corner of the arena. The pain was like a fountain that instantly spread throughout his body.
Swoosh!
Ernest's expression immediately changed greatly. He stood up. Trent... He actually dared to hurt him.
Is he crazy?
Trent did not go crazy. He clenched his fists and slowly ... walked toward Pedro.
"You... You... You bastard, you actually dared to attack me. You are doomed. You are..."
Pedro had a ferocious look on his face. This was the first time he had been ... kicked away.
It was in front of a group of famous people in Chicago.
Pedro's reputation was ruined!
"Bastard?"
Trent suddenly stopped.
Bastard?