At that moment, Black Dragon ran in, clearly having seen Zhao Dong. He slapped his thigh and ran, breathless, to the old man's side.
The old man looked at Black Dragon and frowned. "Little Dragon, what is the matter with you?"
Gasping for breath, Black Dragon looked at the old man, his face etched with deep bitterness. "Boss! I... I have something to tell you!"
"What is it?"
Black Dragon glanced at Zhao Dong, then back at the old man, his face still full of bitterness as he said, "Boss, this is the Master Zhao I told you about! The boxing technique you were curious about was taught to me by Master Zhao, and he also gave me the body-forging prescription!"
The old man's expression changed instantly. He stared at Zhao Dong, his face a mask of disbelief. "This man is *that* Master Zhao?"
Black Dragon nodded before turning to Zhao Dong and bowing deeply. "Master Zhao, this is my boss, Lord Tiger. I... I don't know how you two got into a conflict. This..."
