Hu Shao glanced at Su Yang and sneered inwardly.
In his view, Su Yang was just a fool blinded by greed. Seeing that Su Yang had a good understanding of the boxing match, he wanted to get some information from him to make money.
Before, Hu Shao certainly wouldn't bother with someone like Su Yang. But now, he had his eyes on Ye Wantong beside Su Yang and would not miss the opportunity.
"Do these kinds of little matches even need watching?" Hu Shao arrogantly said, "Look at the two guys up there, the tall one is bulky but not agile enough, so he's been at a disadvantage, and many people think he's going to lose. But the shorter one is clearly using up too much energy, and his speed is declining. Plus, he lacks the strength, and his punches don't do enough damage to the tall one. On the other hand, if the tall one can seize the opportunity to strike, the short one will undoubtedly lose. So, this match is definitely going to the short one!"
