Lucas stopped Paul after he took a couple of steps toward the training gym.

He said, "Master doesn't allow unofficial disciples to enter the training gym, Paul.No one is allowed to break that rule.”

The Quinn School of Martial Arts only imparted martial arts techniques to their official disciples and never the unofficial ones.

All official disciples were required to be in the training gym when they were practicing their techniques.

The reason why Paul had tried so many times to go there was just so he could take a look at the sect's official disciple-exclusive techniques.

Upon being stopped by Lucas, he laughed and smacked his head lightly.

"Oh, would you look at that? The moment I get busy, I just forget all the rules.Alright, I'll just sit outside and have some coffee for a while, then!" Lucas nodded.

The two of them stayed outside and chatted for two hours before Paul finally left with a big smile.

Paul didn't go home.

Instead, he went to the Hoffmans.

Jordan was currently training in the gym.

Fierce and menacing-looking veins surfaced on his arms as he lifted the dumbbells, forming a fearsome sight.

Paul was also taken aback when he entered and saw his sturdy and muscular physique.

To be honest, it was hard to say whether or not he could really beat Jordan in a one-on-one fight.

After all, the martial arts techniques that he had picked up at the Quinn School of Martial Arts were just some fancy-looking moves that were all show and no substance.

However, that didn't stand in the way of him expanding the Quinlan Sect.

A smiling Paul said, "Sorry for coming over unannounced so abruptly, Mr.Hoffman!"

Jordan was a boor, so he detested such meaningless small talk from Paul the most.

He put down his dumbbells, patted his arms, and bellowed in a voice so loud that it could deafen, "What brings you here, Mr.Quinlan?"

Paul walked over, sat down, and replied, "I'm here to discuss a business opportunity with you, Mr.Hoffman.”

The Hoffmans and the Quinlan Sect were rivals, and both had different turfs, so what kind of business opportunity could they possibly share? Jordan's eyes narrowed.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it all over himself from the top of his head.

It was only after he rinsed off the cold sweat on himself that he felt much more comfortable.

can we possibly share?" He

gave him

from poor management, right? The Quinlan Sect intends to buy it.What do

men, who were standing behind him, were furious to hear

suffering from poor management?

Paul neatened his suit.

has it ever been the

question

"You-"

Jordan stretched out his arm to

enough.Let's listen to what Mr.Quilan has to

it a sports car club might sound pretty nice, but in

This was especially so after Yanci's appearance brought even more people to the sports car

because Logan had races scheduled throughout the upcoming month, so Nora would

any bets, they

had developed thoughts of taking a shot at the sports car club! Paul adjusted his sleeves again and said with a smile, "Linson Leigh can be said to be someone under my care, but he's currently lying paralyzed in the hospital, unable to ever stand for the rest of his life.Of course, I'm not here to hold anyone accountable for it.It's just that I personally also like racing very much, so

much are you

Paul replied unhurriedly, "$800,000."

Jordan,'’???"

He was livid.

you must be kidding, right? Can you even buy that

inch of land in New York cost an arm and a

area,

would ever

Paul smiled.

buy that piece of land for $800,00

Jordan,"!!!"

had multiplied dozens of times by now! His

here to joke around,

and said, "Well, I'll leave you with what I've

sneered, "There's no need for that.If you're short of money, I can sponsor you some, Mr.Quinlan.Why bother coming over to

Paul didn't get angry.

know where I

Jordan”???"

gave him a smile but

he turned

entered the room after

frown, "What

Jordan's brows drew together.

and instructed, "Ask around and find out where he was

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