"Three moves?"
Zhou Zhenping became somewhat interested. He carefully sized up Wu Gang and sneered, "I'd like to see how he intends to defeat me within three moves!"
"This..." Wu Gang said with a bitter face, "Don't you two want to ask for my opinion at all?"
As the person involved, Wu Gang was full of grievances, with one person upholding himself while the other stubbornly refused to believe.
"Xiao Gang, don't have any reservations, trust Uncle Zhou, and teach this stinky kid a lesson!"
Zhou Fuyuan, however, seemed to be enjoying the show, eagerly encouraging Wu Gang.
It was as if Wu Gang were his own biological son.
Wu Gang smiled wryly and nodded, "Well then, I'll give it a try..."
Since Zhou Zhenping looked down on him and kept calling him trash, this indicated that he must possess some strength.
Furthermore, Zhou Fuyuan was not likely to deliberately set him up, so Wu Gang simply agreed.
