The Furious Zhou Tong

Upon hearing Ethan Smith's words, Dorian Dawson burst into a hearty laugh.

The surrounding old men also wore mocking expressions, looking at Ethan as if he was a foolish clown.

"Going straight to the finals? I've never heard of such a thing." Dorian took a sip of tea.

"Exactly, he doesn't even know how to brag."

"At such a young age, not having much ability is one thing, but to be full of lies as well, Elder Hansen, is this what you teach your students?"

Upon hearing their words, Ethan coldly sneered.

"Whether I'm directly guaranteed or not, we'll know the result soon." Ethan pulled Elder Hansen to a spot and sat down.

Dorian chuckled, "I think you just want to stay here and not leave, right? Even if there really is a guarantee, it still has to pass through me, the president."

"How are you guaranteed when I don't know about it as the Association President?" Dorian asked mockingly.

Ethan shot him a disdainful glance and said, "Some things don't need your approval."