Alexander escorted out of the training house, and after watching his group drive away, Thorne turned back inside.
The boxers who had come to train had already left, and Xavier had been carried away. A few burly men were cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground.
Rodriguez sat on a chair, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were unfocused, slightly dazed, as if his mind had gone blank.
Thorne walked over, sat down next to Rodriguez, and took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
"Thorne, your martial arts really do exist. Alexander’s moves just now were truly impressive. Was that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? It looked incredibly powerful."
Rodriguez murmured, waving his left hand a few times.
Thorne’s forehead was instantly filled with black lines. He had no idea how to conti
