"Click, click..."
Flashes of light erupted below the stage.
"Stop shooting, stop shooting."
This time, the staff of the club were in a panic.
A barrage of smartphones captured the scene on the stage and Chen Li's dreadful condition.
Especially the two journalists, exhilarated and probably concocting some snippet in their minds, the club didn't know how much it'd cost to keep them from spinning the story.
They sensed the situation was serious.
Staff members hurried to call the manager upstairs.
Now, anyone with eyes could see it.
The dashing young man up on stage in the white shirt wasn't there for cardio kickboxing membership.
He had come to challenge the club, to smash their reputation.
If he succeeded in this challenge today, setting aside other cities, Dongjiang's Chentian Club would see its business plummet by thirty to fifty percent.
And if this person kept on pestering them every few days...