Chapter 417

Chapter 0417

The Louis Dojo?

In the comprehensive office building of the Zimler Entertainment Group, Alexander furrowed his brow slightly as he listened to

the beeping tone from his phone.

Was it Wanda’s father who just spoke? The man sounded rather unfriendly.

“Alexander?” Amber, too, had heard the man speak and was baffled. “Does Mister Briers have

some misunderstanding? His attitude...”

Alexander shook his head slowly.

Regardless of any misunderstanding, a visit would clear things up.

“Let's go.” He held Amber’s fair hand, smiling softly. “Let’s go to Louis Dojo. We’ve known Wanda

for so long, so it's time to visit Mister Briers.”

The Louis Dojo was famous in Zabaleta over a decade ago.

In the past, everyone in Zabaleta admired martial arts, and many young people eagerly entered

the dojo to learn.

As the Internet gradually developed, anti-fraud activities became rampant, and traditional martial arts gradually declined. Young

enthusiasts turned to learn kickboxing, fighting, and the Louis Dojo saw dwindling interest.

Business declined, and the Louis Dojo struggled to make ends meet, moving from the city center to the suburbs, relying on

meager profits to survive.

Although located in the suburbs, the dojo maintained its grandeur. The front was meticulously cleaned, with stone lions on both

sides, exuding a majestic presence.

The bright red Porsche slowly stopped at the entrance, and Alexander and Amber got out of the car. They looked at the four

gilded characters on the plaque above the entrance, their eyes slightly

brightening.

The dojo’s name was written with a brush, and the brush strokes were like dragons and snakes, making the characters look

exquisite. Mister Briers‘ martial arts skills were undoubtedly

commendable.

“Are you Alexander?”

+15 BONGS

Louis had been waiting at the entrance, staring coldly at Alexander and Wanda. The anger in his eyes was almost tangible.

He mentally cursed.

It was said that the entertainment industry was filthy, and this encounter confirmed it. This man not only wanted his daughter to

sleep with him but also brought another woman along!

“Does he want both women to frolic with him? It’s simply morally bankrupt!”

“Hello, Mister Briers.” As a friend of Wanda and a junior, Alexander nodded to Louis, smiling. Where’s Wanda? I...”

Louis snorted and interrupted, “Want to see Wanda? It’s simple!”

Pointing behind him to the courtyard, he sneered. “I’m a rough person, not into those mind games. See those stone locks in the

courtyard? I locked Wanda up there. If you can lift the stone lock, I'll let you see her. If you can’t, go back where you came from!”

Alexander blinked a few times, then shook his head with a smile.

Judging by the situation, Mister Briers indeed misunderstood the nature of their friendship. He

even brought out tricks from the martial world.

“Since you're so fond of it, I'll give it a try.”

He smilingly turned to Amber, then brushed past Louis and entered the main courtyard.

The courtyard was quite large. The ground was covered with thick green stone slabs, pitted and uneven, clearly showing the

marks left by long-term martial arts practice.

The two stone locks were over half a meter high, traditional training tools commonly used in martial arts to temper the body.

Each stone lock had its weight engraved on the surface, exactly 100 kilograms each.

“A total of four hundred kilograms? Mister Briers, you’re making it difficult for me.”

Alexander stretched his shoulders and smiled lightly at Louis behind him, then bent down.

The two 100-kilogram heavy training stone locks were casually thrown by Alexander. Like weightless children’s toys, they flew

four or five meters and neatly landed beside the courtyard wall.

Not far behind, Louis, narrowed his eyes slightly, then stared at Alexander’s eyes, sneering lowly.” No wonder you dare to come

in person; it seems you're quite skilled! Since you're here, let me give you some pointers. Don’t be too arrogant in life!”

As he said this, Louis‘ callus—covered hands suddenly pushed forward. “Come, let’s have a match!”