His Stunning Doctor Wife novel 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 fall 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."