At the chief's office of the Martial Arts Department.
Duan Tianhe was scowling and saying nothing.
Nearby, Cheng Dongfeng had his head lowered whilst holding a hand over his mouth so that he would not laugh out loud. However, his whole body was shaking without end, and eventually he snickered and broke into wild laughter.
"Haha! Didn't you say that you would tell him everything? Why did you hang up on him?"
Duan Tianhe shot him a look and smirked. "That brat is still obsessed about you, you know. He wants a rematch with you fighting at full power. Should I tell him the truth… that you were already using your full power that day?"
Cheng Dongfeng promptly quieted and stopped laughing, grimacing as if he had been forced to eat dung. "Don't hit below the belt," he muttered. "You're too much, Old Duan!"