"!!!"
His senior brother's words struck Deng Rong like a bolt of lightning.
He froze instantly, his eyes wide and round, his mouth hanging slightly open. He looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.
A sealed memory burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam, washing away the fog in his mind!
"I... Holy shit! I remember! I finally remember!"
Deng Rong slapped his thigh, his face deathly pale and his voice cracking on the verge of tears. "It's true! Back then, there was a boy, maybe sixteen or seventeen, peeking around the entrance to the boxing hall. He was dressed plainly, and I didn't think he looked like he could afford the tuition, so... so I went up and questioned him a bit."
