Filled with shame and apprehension, Zhang Hao nervously recounted the events that had just taken place. When he finally finished speaking, there was no response from Long Kun on the other end of the line.
In an extravagantly furnished bedroom, Long Kun sat at a desk and silently hung up the phone. The smile that had been on his face just minutes ago had been completely replaced by a gloomy expression. He lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then angrily crushed the cigarette against a few sheets of paper on the desk, punching the table hard.
Glaring coldly at the documents he had gathered on Chu Ge, Long Kun's eyebrows twisted together in frustration.
He couldn't comprehend it—who exactly was this Chu Ge? It was one thing to be fierce in a fight, but how could he also be so amazing at basketball? Even top players from the provincial basketball team were easily defeated?
