Matt narrowed his eyes and sneered. He lowered his voice and whispered into lang mang's ear,"lang mang, don't be so shameless! Even if sun shuoran was killed, it would only save resources for the racing circle. You guys are just trash from the biaozi school, what are you so arrogant for?
You should feel honored to be my stepping stone on my way to the championship.
Oh right, I almost forgot, you guys seem to have King left, right? Do you want me to teach him a lesson in the next game ..."
Lang mang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stood there stiffly, then slowly took off the racing suit jacket with the WZ team logo on it. The next second, the sound of the air being torn could be heard.
The wave Python's fist smashed towards Matt's face without any hesitation.
Even if he withdrew from the competition! He had to kill this guy today!
