Martial Arts Department.
The chief's office.
Duan Tianhe was standing beside the window and looking downwards. He could see Bai Feifei and Jiang He from there. Beside him was a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, who was frowning and at a loss of words.
"Team leader Duan… no, I should call you Chief Duan now. Are you really having me challenge a small fry? Do you think I can still show my face anywhere if words of that gets out?" complained the man before pompously taking a seat. "Why don't you fight instead?"
Glancing at him, Duan Tianhe flashed a pained smile.