Magic Doctor CEO Lady's Humble Husband (Fade Chen)
Chapter 1389

The entrance to the martial arts studio was bustling and crowded.

Seeing that someone had actually started trouble in front of Westbrook Studio, everyone was both astonished and curious. They started to gather around to watch the show.

People inside the martial arts studio heard the commotion from outside, so they came out too.

"Stop right there!"

"How dare you come to our Westbrook Studio? You brat, you have a lot of guts!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

With a burst of anger, Fade declared coldly, "Ask your Chieftain, Westbrook, to come out and see me!"

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can meet our Chieftain whenever you want?"

"Get the hell out of here. Don't let us beat you up."

"You fool, you will soon know the consequences of looking for trouble here in Westbrook Studio."

Amidst the curses and yells, a group of disciples started to gather around him. Their expressions were fierce and their auras were terrifying.

Without hesitation, Fade rushed into the crowd and started to make his move.

In an instant, screams broke out in the crowd. In less than three minutes, these disciples of the martial arts studio were all sent flying. They laid on the ground, screaming incessantly, unable to fight back. The crowd and the members of Westbrook Studio were shocked as they saw that Fade had dealt with more than ten disciples with ease.

Some people ran away, and it seemed that they had gone to report it to the superiors.

Fade led Jasmine into the hall of the martial arts studio.

The hall was decorated in the traditional Chinese style. In the middle, there was a wooden armchair with two rows of wooden chairs on the lower side.

A huge calligraphy painting was hung behind the armchair. The words "Supreme Martial Artist" were written on it.

"Supreme Martial Artist! In a place like yours, you don't deserve these words." Fade sneered when he saw this. He pointed with his finger, and forced a cut through the huge calligraphy painting, causing it to fal off with a crash.

Then, he stepped forward and boldly sat on the wooden armchair. His gaze was cold, and he had a sense of majesty.

The people who followed him to watch the bustle started to discuss it with curiosity and amazement when they saw him acting so bold.

"This guy, who is he? Why is he so fierce? He's making trouble in Westbrook Studio."

"Westbrook is a martial artist at the late stage of the Black Level. Does this guy not want to live anymore?"

"Don't you know? Judging from the two moves just now, this guy is obviously a martial arts master, and his strength is not any weaker than Westbrook. That's why he dares to be so bold."

"Even if his strength is not weaker than Westbrook, Westbrook has been in Capital City for so many years. His connections and the foundation of his influence are not something that ordinary martial artists can deal with. In short, that boy is too rash, and not calm enough."

"Yeah, and furthermore, he took in the children of powerful families and martial arts families over the years. With these connections, Westbrook has a lot of backers!" "Anyway, this kid is still too impulsive. If there are any grudges between them, they can talk it out. It's still too rash for him to rush into Westbrook Studio like this."

Just as everyone was discussing it, a series of footsteps came pattering towards them.

The crowd looked over and saw a tall and stern middle-aged man, who was about 40 or 50 years old, walking over with a group of people.

Everyone immediately recognized that the middle-aged man was Westbrook, from Westbrook Studio.

Behind him, there were about 20 people, who were basically his disciples, and they were the elites of the studio.

Standing beside Westbrook, was a girl in her early twenties. She held her head high with a proud sneer on her face.

Jasmine introduced, "That is Chieftain Westbrook's daughter, Sammy. When I first stood up for myself, she was the one who led a group of people to attack me."

Upon hearing this, Fade narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of people who were coming towards him. He said softly to Jasmine, "Whoever hit you will have to pay the price this time."

At this moment, Westbrook and his men were already in the hall.

They saw that Fade was sitting on the armchair, and the huge calligraphy painting was also split in half and had fallen to the ground.

The disciples behind Westbrook felt angry. They glared at Fade, and if looks could kill, he would be a dead man.

"Who told you to sit in my master's seat? Get out!"

"How dare you come to the Westbrook Studio to make trouble. You are looking for death."

"Get down, kneel and apologize!"

Amidst the angry shouting, Westbrook was, after all, an experienced person who had been in Capital City for many years. He was not as impulsive as the young men. He slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at Fade for a few seconds. He found that he didn't seem to know this person in front of him, and had no impression of him at all. Hence, he asked, "Sir, I don't seem to know you. What do you want by coming to Westbrook Studio to make trouble?"

Fade snorted coldly, pointed at Jasmine who was beside him, and returned, "Do you know her? I'm here today to ask for an explanation."

Westbrook was stunned when he saw Jasmine. For a moment, he did not recall anything. It was his daughter, Sammy, who had to remind him in his ear. It was only then that he thought of Jasmine.

After all, he did not pay much attention to the students. Most of the students were from powerful families in Capital City. He did not pay much attention to ordinary students, and did not care about them at all. Therefore, although he had taught Jasmine a lesson, he didn't take it to heart. After all, in his opinion, it wasn't a big deal to teach a student a lesson.

However, someone had actually come to him for such a trifling matter now, which made him a little surprised.

Westbrook looked at Fade and said, "So, it's Miss Zhuo's men. You said that you're asking for an explanation. I don't know what explanation you're asking for."

Fade glanced at Jasmine. She then stepped forward and replied in a clear voice, "I am a student at Westbrook Studio. Yesterday, I was harassed by Thomson when I was practicing martial arts. However, the studio stopped me and even wanted me to apologize to Thomson instead of seeking justice for me."

"I'd like to ask you, Mr. Huang, what does this mean? Is Westbrook Studio so indiscriminate?" Jasmine's face was full of anger.

Sammy, who was standing to the side, grew extremely agitated when she heard this. She pointed at Jasmine and said, "Indiscriminate? What is Thomson's identity? What is yours? How could Young Master Yang possibly..."