The edges of Andrei’s lips slightly curved upward, making it seem as if he was aiming for this all along.0

This was no different from the first time Kang Chan went to Africa as a mercenary and someone tried walking over him just because he was Asian. Those jealous of him acted exactly like Andrei as well when he became the captain.0

Andrei’s posture?0

Just tell me to go fuck myself instead.0

During times like this, the right type of look in one’s eyes could give them a headstart. That was why Andrei couldn't rashly reach out and attack Kang Chan even though he was already standing.0

Another similarity that this situation and his life back in Africa shared was that the people around them just watched instead of stopping them from fighting. They would wait for the results and act accordingly.0

If Kang Chan got beaten up and lost, his opponent would become even more arrogant. If he won, then they would start acting as if they were only following him because of his rank.0

Sons of bitches. I’m busy feeling like shit over here!0

Kang Chan didn’t lose another recruit, but he did lose to a rock.0

In the middle of their intense staredown, someone knocked on the door.0

“Come in,” Kang Chan said, and an employee opened the door. He quickly scanned the room and put the tea they ordered on the table that they had dragged over to the middle of the room. They probably noticed the heavy atmosphere, but they remained calm.0

Jiang Kanglin quickly looked at Kang Chan and Andrei…0

“Ugh,” Andrei groaned. Sitting down, he cracked his neck. Back in Africa, fights only ended once there was a clear winner.0

Kang Chan sat down as well.0

Pouring himself a cup of tea, Fredric...0