Chapter 78 One Mountain Higher Than Another

"The Caruso Clan went bankrupt overnight, Jackie spat blood on the spot, and has been in a coma ever since? Ha, that cunning old fox has been living life on the edge for twenty years, but his mind seems quite fragile."
At five o'clock in the morning, in the spacious and well-equipped training room of the Salvatore manor, Yulian was sweating profusely as he punched the sandbag, unable to hide a smile.
He was shirtless, with a smooth and explosively muscular body exuding a masculine aura. His back, chest, and shoulders were covered with scars from knives and gunshot wounds, adding a soulful charm to his iron-blooded masculinity. Scars are always a man's most dazzling glory!