"Mr. Qin, what do you mean by that?" Jang Wei scoffed. "Do you think I'm no match for that soldier? Or are you saying that I’m a daddy’s boy?"
“Mr. Jang, that’s not what I meant…”
"We are celebrating here, and you’re throwing a wet blanket. What are your intentions?"
"That's right. Are you saying that Mr. Jang is useless in some ways?"
"Mr. Qin, if you're afraid, then get out of here."
The men expressed their dissatisfaction.
Mr. Qin raised his glass to toast everyone, then turned around and left. Sooner or later, they'll get into big trouble…
"Mr. Jang, don't worry. As long as Chu Feng is here, I'll rip off his head and use it as a ball to play soccer with everyone. He’s no match for me. I’m a disciple of Dr. Huang from the Martial Arts Alliance. He had never seen a strong person like me.” Zhang Cheng slapped the chair beside him after he said that.
The chair instantly fell into pieces.
Everyone was confident that Chu Feng wouldn’t dare do anything to them.
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