"What do you all think?" Tong Zhentian looked at everyone present and said, "If we don't find a way to change this, this Martial Arts Tournament will become a joke in the Martial Arts World. What martial arts association, what reform, no one will take us seriously in the future."
"I do have an idea." At this moment, Ling Chen, who had been silent, spoke up. Seeing the confident look on Ling Chen's face, Tong Zhentian's eyes couldn't help but brighten. He knew Ling Chen well; this guy always came up with brilliant ideas that worked.
"Let's hear it, so everyone can give you some input."
Ling Chen smiled mysteriously and said, "There's no need for input. I'll settle it as soon as possible." With that, Ling Chen turned and walked out.
Once outside, Ling Chen took out his phone, made a few calls, and finalized everything. Afterwards, Ling Chen pondered for a bit and then dialed the number of the old General.
