"Hiss~"
The next day at noon, Hoyle walked into the training gym wearing a yellow sports vest and carrying a white towel, suddenly noticing Link deeply engrossed in training, and he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
The match had just ended a day ago, and the heat in the news hadn't yet subsided, yet Link, the person involved, had already come to the gym to train, not even leaving himself a moment of rest.
Too ruthless.
Such a person deserved to become a super boxing king.
Hoyle scanned the training area, noticing that some of his boxers were training while others were chatting, and some even lay on chairs playing with their phones, which instantly irritated him.
If these guys could be as hard-working and self-disciplined as Link, Golden Boy Promotions could also produce several more World Boxing Champions and the company could earn millions more.
Hoyle snorted coldly, preparing to find a target to make an example of.
"Mario, what are you doing during training time?"
