The deaths of those two directors on the street were not unrelated to Gandi's hidden provocations.
Now, what he had to do was to bring this naive fatty in front of Monroe.
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"Weatherill, what do you think is the story behind this fatty?" Ralph Baz gently nudged his companion beside him and asked in a low voice.
As a core disciple of the Tai Sect, Baz was ranked fifth among the students in the Puluo Branch. And standing next to him, James Weatherill, was third.
The tall and thin Weatherill always had a placid expression. Hearing Baz's question, he glanced indifferently at Monroe, who was standing with his arms crossed and shouting loudly by the side of the training ground. "I don't know," he replied plainly.
