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His other leg was also stepped on until it fractured!

“Aiden Clark, you’ve gone too far! The club president has already admitted defeat; how can you still lay a hand on him?”

“Exactly, everyone, let’s beat him up together!”

The Taekwondo Club members were furious, roaring out for vengeance for Winston Carter.

Greg Jensen spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and with an innocent look said, “This isn’t my fault; it was your president who said that to admit defeat, he must kneel.

He didn’t kneel, did he? How was I to know whether his surrender was genuine or not?”

“You son of a…”

“You are shameless!”

“The president’s leg is broken; how can he kneel?”

Greg Jensen laughed heartily and mocked, “Well, that’s not my problem, is it?

You didn’t say that you don’t have to kneel if your leg is broken, did you?”

Before the words finished, the entire room fell silent!

Onlookers had an expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to, while those from the Taekwondo Club had faces full of frustration.

Just a moment ago, they were thinking of humiliating Greg Jensen by having him kneel and admit defeat; now, they had shot themselves in the foot.

And quite literally had caused Winston Carter’s other leg to be broken. Greg Jensen looked down again, his face full of mockery as he seriously asked Winston Carter, “Do you want to admit defeat?”

At this point, Winston Carter was in so much pain that he was about to pass out. Hearing Greg Jensen’s question, he hurriedly said, “I admit defeat; I surrender, lam convinced!”

“Heh, merely surrendering won’t do!”

Greg Jensen shook his head. “You have to kneel!”

“You…”

Winston Carter’s face turned ashen, veins on his forehead throbbing, and his eyes seemed to shoot fire.

He glared at Greg Jensen with rage, and after a long while, managed to calm down. Dragging his injured legs, he clenched his teeth against the pain, propping himself up on his arms

Then with great difficulty, he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he said:

“I… I admit defeat!”

Winston Carter bowed his head, his shoulders shaking slightly, as an unbearable sense of humiliation spread through his heart.

The air in the Taekwondo gym seemed to freeze.

Everyone opened their mouths in disbelief, staring at the scene before them.

They couldn’t believe that Winston Carter, who once ruled supreme in Jamae University, actually knelt down to apologize.

“Alright then, winning like this isn’t satisfying at all!”

Greg Jensen casually remarked before he jumped off the platform.

Winston Carter, hearing his words, felt an extreme humiliation. Overcome by a rush of fury to his head, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot. Meanwhile, Greg Jensen went straight to Vince Cooper and smiled, “Shall we go?”

“Yeah.”

Watching Greg Jensen’s calm and collected demeanor, Vince Cooper felt her heart melting, that indescribable sense of security filling her.

Greg Jensen nodded slightly, took Vince Cooper’s hand, and casually walked out as if strolling through a garden.

“Wow, so cool!”

“I want a boyfriend like that too, handsome and wealthy, and he can fight. He’s the epitome of safety!”

Hearing the surrounding screams, Vince Cooper swelled with pride, unconsciously puffing out her chest and striding confidently as she followed Greg Jensen out of the Taekwondo gym.

After they left, the gym buzzed again.

“Quick, check on the president; he seems to have fainted.”

“Call an ambulance!”

“Should we stop that guy?”

“Stop shit; we agreed to no concerns for life or death; there’s no point in complaining to inspectors either. Let’s hurry and get the president to the hospital.”

The Taekwondo Club members finally came to their senses, and awkwardly carried Winston Carter out.

The rest, with heads lowered and spirits dampened, left as well.

In contrast, the Martial Arts Club members were all exhilarated, as excited as if celebrating the New Year.

“That kid is really too awesome!”

“Just two moves, just two moves and he made Winston Carter unable to stand

up.”

“So our traditional martial arts can be this powerful!”

“Haha, seeing Winston Carter getting beaten up like that makes me want to laugh.”

The members of the Martial Arts Club were overjoyed, but President Ollie Simmons fell into contemplation.

Because even now, he still couldn’t figure out why Greg Jensen was so powerful. Was it just because he was fast enough?

Strength is something that can be said easily; it can be improved through weight training, but how can one improve speed?

Ollie wanted to ask Greg, but he didn’t know him, would he bother to answer his questions?

In a villa in the suburbs of Jamae, Wallace Carter sat on the sofa with a sullen face, while Theo Carter sat opposite him, his head lowered, not daring to speak. “You’re saying that you got beaten up because of a woman? And a woman who already has a boyfriend at that?”

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat stifling.

Theo Carter’s body trembled slightly as he nodded gently and let out a soft

“hm.”

“Useless, completely useless!”

“Dad, I… I know, I will definitely win Vince Cooper back.”

Theo thought his father was angry because he hadn’t won Vince over and had gotten beaten up, so he quickly made a promise.

But he would have been better off not saying that, as hearing his words made Wallace even angrier, and he scolded:

“You fool! Do you think I am blaming you for not getting the girl? I blame you for not knowing what to choose, for being blinded by a woman!

Since she has clearly stated she has a boyfriend, why do you insist on entangling with her? Do you know what her boyfriend does? Have you looked into his strength?

‘Know yourself, know your enemy; a hundred battles, a hundred victories! You know nothing and still dare to go head-to-head with someone, you deserve to be beaten! How did I end up with such a fool for a son?”

Theo Carter was so ashamed that his head was almost buried in his knees.

Seeing him like this made Wallace even more annoyed, and he asked, “Do you know the identity of that person?”

“I… I don’t know…”

Suddenly, Theo looked up and said, “But I can go ask!”

Wallace, shaking with anger, pointed at his son’s nose and was so agitated that he couldn’t speak for a moment.

He glanced at his son’s drooping arm and sighed, “What’s wrong with your arm?”

“The doctor said it might be due to blocked blood flow; I don’t know when it will heal.”

Theo’s voice got lower and lower as he spoke, and by the end, a look of dejection appeared on his face.

Wallace didn’t take it seriously, his face sullen as he said, “Aiden Clark, daring to touch Wallace Carter’s son in Jamae City, is looking for death!”

After speaking, he looked up at his subordinate standing by, about to order him to check out the other party’s background, when his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the incoming call ID, saw it was from his eldest son, and picked it up casually.

He thought Winston had something to discuss with him but instead heard a stranger’s voice on the line: “Hello, Uncle Carter? I’m a classmate of Winston’s; he’s been beaten up and hospitalized.”

“Winston has been beaten up?”

Wallace stood up abruptly, his voice grave, “Who did it?”

“It’s the same person who hurt Theo last time. We just ran into him at the university, and Winston called him onto the stage, and then…”

The caller was articulate, and he quickly retold the incident with exaggerations. Theo, who was listening, turned ashen, almost ready to throw the phone away. He composed himself and said, “Thankyou, I’m heading to the hospital now.” After hanging up the phone, he couldn’t contain the rage in his heart any longer, and he yelled at his subordinates, “Find that person for me right now, no matter where he is, bring him to me!”

Theo had a sudden idea and said, “Dad, we could ask Vince Cooper. Since he s her boyfriend, she’ll surely be able to find him.”

“Hmm, you come along as well.”

“Alright.”

Theo’s face showed a hint of joy as he followed his father’s men out of the house.