"Come on."
Ye Xiaofei watched Zhang Fei with a teasing smile. He actually thought the guy had some potential, but compared to himself, that potential was nothing more than a toothbrush. He playfully crooked his finger.
"I'm the strongest boxer, I'm the ultimate killer."
Zhang Fei huffed angrily, winding up his fist and smashing it towards Ye Xiaofei. He really had no clue why the guy shouted that. Was it to cheer himself up? To bolster his courage?
A bead of cold sweat trailed down Ye Xiaofei's back, and sweat droplets the size of beans fell to the ground. He didn't understand why Zhang Fei could run so fast. Even the flying Ah Xiang probably couldn't catch up with this old man's speed.
Ate crap, huh?
He immediately dropped the frivolous smile because he felt that Zhang Fei understood internal strength.
