He had his reasons for doing this, not only because the agent had lost a good fighter, but also because it cost him a lot of money.
Moreover, people in the industry would ridicule him, saying that his men were a bunch of losers who couldn't even beat an amateur.
So in any case, he couldn't easily let Xiang Hai Long go today, and he had to regain face from the opponent.
"You can't leave."
"Why?"
"Because I see your skills are outstanding, my men want to challenge you. I don't know if you're interested, but if you don't agree, the iron door won't open for you."
Xiang Hai Long said very seriously, "My refusal isn't out of fear, but out of concern that your men will die again."
"Hahahaha, what a joke," the agent laughed, "Young man, don't think that by killing one of my fighters, you own the world. Truth be told, he was the weakest under me."
"Since you don't care about your men's lives, then bring it on."
