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nWhen the boxing club saw Tiger return, they were all very happy. Everyone crowded around to greet Tiger.

nBut when Chen Zhao came in, all the laughter died down. They all greeted Chen Zhao meekly. It felt like he was some villain in a movie.

n“Move aside now,” Chen Zhao said. “Tiger just got discharged. I need to do some recovery training for him.”

nThe crowd dispersed and the two put on the gear with practiced ease. Both the boxing gloves and helmet were for protecting both sides. Punching with bare fists could easily disable or even kill someone.

n“In the next few days, you need to practice taking hits. You and Zanla Douglas don’t have true differences in fitness, but when you’re in the ring, your ability to take hits is far weaker than his. In the following days, you’ll need to face even crueler practice. Instead of you calling stop, I’ll only stop when I think I should.”

n“Okay, I understand, Mr. Chen.”

n“Alright, let’s start.”

nGoing through Chen Zhao’s training again, Tiger could feel clearly that Chen Zhao’s power was stronger than before. He knew that Chen Zhao hadn’t used his true power when he trained before.

nTiger didn’t realize just how different their levels were until Chen Zhao broke Zanla’s two arms with one punch to take revenge.

nBefore that, Tiger always thought that Chen Zhao was one of the better professional boxers, but he didn’t think that Chen Zhao could compare with the true top figures.

nHe didn’t realize the truth until Zanla lay on the ground by Chen Zhao’s feet.

nIf Chen Zhao participated in a professional boxing competition, he would definitely be like a demon.

nHe still didn’t use much strength. After all, Tiger’s arms had just gotten better. They hadn’t healed completely yet. Chen Zhao’s attacks were still a bit conservative.

nAfter ten stormy minutes, Chen Zhao finally freed Tiger, letting him catch a breath.

nClap, clap.

nChen Zhao and Tiger turned around to see Wright clapping outside the ring.

n“Miss Wright.” Tiger was one of the better students in school. Even his grades were quite well.

nOf course, that was only on the surface. Privately, Tiger would also take jobs to bully people. For example, the last time he got into a conflict with Chen Zhao had been because he was hired to do so. This was how he made money.

nAfter all, Tiger’s family wasn’t wealthy and boxing wasn’t only his dream. It was a way to get rich.

n“Chen, you don’t focus on your job.” Wright looked at him with dissatisfaction. “You’re a professor of the medical school.”

n“How am I not focusing on my job? This counts as teaching, right?” Chen Zhao turned to Tiger. “Am I right, Tiger?”

nTiger grinned but didn’t reply.

n“Are you free this afternoon? I arranged a public lecture for you.”

n“You said you already arranged it. Can I say no?”

n“Then it’s set.” A smile finally appeared on Wright’s face. “Oh, I heard that in the few days you were in Sacramento, you revived someone who was shot in the head.”

n“You can’t say I revived him. I saved him. He’s pretty lucky. If he was shot by a large caliber gun, probably even I would be powerless.”

nTiger glanced at Chen Zhao, thinking he was even more amazing now. He also felt fortunate that he had voluntarily resolved their conflict back then. He only got this opportunity because he hadn’t continued viewing Chen Zhao as the enemy.

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n“Miss Wright, wait…” A man in his thirties chased after her.

n“Jared, can I help you?” Wright turned around and asked.

n“Miss Wright, can you explain why my public lecture was replaced? I don’t think I did anything wrong.” Jared stared at her furiously.

n“Why?” Wright thought for a moment and looked at Jared. “I don’t want to get overly involved with your private life, but please put your eyes on someone other than students. I don’t want to have two girls walk into my office while I’m working and report you for your relationships. Plus, you’ve missed at least five classes in the past month. In that case, I’ll give you fewer classes so you can take care of your love life. Plus… Since I have a better choice, why don’t I choose that? I’m already being merciful by not firing you. I hope you understand your situation.”

nJared’s expression was livid. “There’s someone better than me in neurosurgery?”

n“Of course,” Wright replied matter-of-factly.

n“Does someone like that exist at UCLA?” Jared obviously didn’t think he was the best neurosurgery expert in the world. But he thought that better ones didn’t exist at UCLA.

n“Mr. Jared, if you want to object to my decision, please improve your professionalism and career ethics before debating with me. Okay, I’m busy. Goodbye.”

nWith that, Wright turned and left. She never hesitated about her decisions.

nThe one who replaced Jared’s public lecture was none other than Chen Zhao.

nIf Chen Zhao didn’t have his own job and was a full-time college professor, Wright would fire Jared without hesitation. He was already clinging to her just because a few classes had been replaced.

nJared refused to surrender. He was the youngest professor in the history of UCLA. Only 30 years old, he already had the honorable title of professor.

nOther than the few old guys with terrifying age and status, he wasn’t impressed by anyone. Plus, he always thought that he was the best in his field.

nHe wasn’t a typical professor who only knew how to lecture. He’d been a doctor before. He was the main acting neurosurgeon for four years and worked a year as an intern.

nRegarding neurosurgery, even the professor with the highest seniority didn’t dare to compete with him.

n“Mr. Ronan.” Jared called his own teacher.

nAnse Ronan was the dean of the neurosurgery department when he was an intern. He was also the neurosurgeon that Jared trusted the most.

nJared had learned many things about neurosurgery during his internship under Anse. Plus, Anse was the only expert in this field that Jared admitted was better than him.

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