Wu Li had crushed Basong's kneecap with a single foot, and as far as Basong was concerned, he could forget about ever stepping into the ring again in this lifetime; at best, he'd spend the second half of his life as a coach, teaching Boxing.
Of course, that was provided Basong could accept such an outcome, and Yu Li wouldn't take his anger out on him.
In the private room, Yu Li's face was ashen as he watched the scene unfold.
"Worthless! Worthless! Worthless!" Yu Li cursed frantically, slamming his fist onto the window sill, his right hand skin broke, blood oozing out, but he didn't feel a thing, still tightly clutching his fist.
Subordinates in the room all kept their distance, not daring to go near Yu Li at this moment.
Yu Li glared intensely at Wu Li down in the arena, wishing he could blow the other man's head off with a gunshot!
