I Heard You Have A Bone To Pick With Me?

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.