Magic Doctor CEO Lady's Humble Husband (Fade Chen)
Chapter 1390

However, before Sammy could finish speaking, Westbrook grabbed her and gave her a look. Then, he declared loudly, "So, it's about this. Yesterday, there was indeed a conflict between Thomson and Miss Zhuo, but as far as I know, it seemed that Miss Zhuo had injured Mr. Yang."

"Our martial arts school is responsible for our students so we definitely would inquire about it. That's why we asked Ms. Zhuo to stay behind and explain the matter clearly to us. It's just that you were too agitated and attacked us, which resulted in the incident which took place," Westbrook explained calmly, writing off the incident as an accident.

After all, there were many people present. Even if Westbrook did not care about Jasmine, he had to care about the reputation of the martial arts studio. Therefore, he had to find some reasonable-sounding

excuses.

Jasmine grew even more furious after listening to Westbrook's explanation. "You're distorting the truth. Thomson was harassing me. You're his accomplices..."

"Miss Zhuo, be careful with your words. We have recorded everything. I can sue you for slandering

Westbrook Studio," Sammy cut her off.

"You..." Jasmine was extremely angry.

At this moment, Fade patted her shoulder lightly. He gave her a signal, and made her stand back.

Then, Fade's gaze turned cold. He looked at Westbrook as he said, "I'm not interested in talking too much with you. Now, I will give you two choices. One is to apologize to Jasmine immediately and destroy your cultivation; the other is for Westbrook Studio to not exist anymore."

When everyone heard his words, they all thought that he was extremely arrogant.

In an instant, fierce discussion broke out.

"What an arrogant brat!"

"Is he kidding me? How could he ask Mr. Huang to destroy his cultivation?"

"Young man, you are still too impulsive to understand the situation clearly!"

Next to Westbrook, his eldest disciple stepped forward as he laughed. He looked at Fade and said, "Are you kidding me? You said that you would give us two choices. Now. I will give you two options instead. First, you step down, kowtow and apologize to us. Second, you would be beaten down by us, and then kowtow to apologize."

A burst of laughter erupted from the other disciples. All of them stared at Fade with mockery in their eyes, eager to beat him up.

"Master, let me teach this arrogant brat a lesson," the eldest disciple suggested as he looked at Westbrook.

Westbrook nodded as he held his hands behind his back. "Go ahead, but be careful. Don't kill him." "Yes, Master!" The eldest disciple nodded, and then stepped forward. With a confident smile on his face, he walked toward Fade and said, "Now get down on your own, I will be gentle to you. Otherwise, I..."

However, before the first disciple could finish his words, Fade's eyes turned cold while he waved his hand and shot out a ray of Qi aura, hitting the first disciple with a whoosh.

With a scream, the disciple was sent flying and fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.

Everything had happened so quickly that no one knew how to react. After a brief moment, they finally realized what had happened.

The crowd turned to Fade in shock.

"T-This boy, he's quite powerful."

"Westbrook's eldest disciple is a martial artist of the middle stage of the Black Level, but he was sent flying by one move of his. That guy's strength is..."

"No wonder he dared to make trouble. It turns out that he has some skills!"

Westbrook glared at Fade with a solemn expression.

On top of that, he was furious as he said, "Do you really think that my studio can be easily bullied? I, Westbrook, have lived in Capital City for more than 30 years and experienced many things. You..." "Stop talking nonsense," Fade interrupted him. "My patience is limited. Which option will you choose now?"

With a gloomy expression, Westbrook replied in a deep voice, "I choose the third one. I will knock you down and step hard on you, so that you can know what real martial arts is."

After that, Westbrook's energy exploded, spreading out a strong force. With a loud momentum, he was about to suppress Fade.

Everyone was shocked, and they gasped when they felt the strong momentum.

"Mr. Huang is angry. That kid is going to suffer."

"Is this the strength of the late stage of the Black Level? It's so powerful."

"The Westbrook Studio has been in Capital City for so many years. Without a certain level of ability, how could it have lasted this long?"

"Dad, teach that arrogant guy a lesson," Westbrook's daughter, Sammy, shouted. "Also, teach Jasmine a lesson. That shameless b*tch who dares to bring people to our martial arts club to cause trouble with us. She needs to be taught a lesson."

"Take this!" Westbrook's burly body, carrying a fierce aura of positive energy, fiercely pounced on Fade.

It had to be said that although Westbrook's talent was average, he had been immersed and honed in martial arts for about two decades. He had a great foundation. The positive energy of the late stage of the Black Level exploded, which gave Fade a vague feeling that he was at the peak of the Black Level.

However, it was only very slight.

Whether it was the late stage or the peak stage of the Black Level, there was no difference when compared to Fade's strength and his realm.

Just as Westbrook was fighting with all his strength confidently, Fade glanced at him and shouted, "Scram!"

In an instant, a stream of energy spurted out of his mouth.

An invisible force hit Westbrook's body and it sent him flying while spitting out blood as if a fierce huge fist.

If he hadn't been caught by the disciple behind him, he would have fallen onto the ground.

Despite that, Westbrook was still seriously injured. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he was in a state of shock. He looked at Fade in disbelief.

The others were dumbfounded. They simply couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.

"F*ck, what just happened? Mr. Huang was hit away by one move."

"It wasn't even a move, it was only one move!"

"Westbrook didn't even touch the opponent's body. He was sent flying by a fierce roar by the opponent."

"T-This is terrifying! What's the level of that kid's strength?"