Chapter 32 Not The Sharpest Tool In The Shed

• When Zachary arrived at the combat arts studio, Wild Boar was applying ointment to his wound. The latter's face was already chubby. At that moment, it looked worse because of the injury on one side of his face. As for one of his eyes, it was all swollen up, almost beyond recognition. Not only that, but he also had bruises all over his body. The disciples of the combat arts studio all looked at him worriedly. Looking at Zachary walking in, Wild Boar felt ashamed and remained silent as his eyebrows puckered in a frown.
• For some reason, Zachary felt like laughing.
• “Who beat you up?” he asked when he settled on a chair, lighting up a cigarette.