His gaze swept toward the still-vibrating phone, his eyes suddenly turning frighteningly cold:
"But before that, I need to help your master's wife get revenge......"
The situation back home, I couldn't care less about, nor was I interested.
I successfully met with the person in charge of the women's boxing league. She was a very outgoing aunt in her fifties, but with the energy of someone in their twenties.
We hit it off immediately.
Auntie was a straightforward person. She said she had noticed me several years ago.
That was when Michael first fought overseas. He was still very young then, and someone uploaded his match video online.
Auntie said that in the first half, Michael was clearly at a disadvantage. But during the break, a little girl was wiping his sweat and whispering in his ear.
In the second half, Michael surprisingly turned the tables, fighting beautifully.
At that time, she felt that the little girl was extraordinary.