"What should I do? Damn it, a bunch of bastards! If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have sent my son abroad. What the hell was he doing there?" Thorne muttered to himself, sitting down and grabbing his hair in frustration.
After a moment of hesitation, Thorne realized he couldn’t make a decision. He would wait until morning to talk to Alexander. He needed to see Alexander’s attitude about this.
If Alexander didn’t want to participate in the international illegal boxing match, Thorne would have to think of another way.
But what other way could there be?
Contact Red Sect?
Perhaps even Red Sect wouldn’t be able to solve this problem.
Thorne lay down on the sofa, feeling helpless, trying to stay awake until morning.
Just as dawn broke, Thorne rushed downstairs to Alexander
