"Damn it, a good cabbage got munched by a pig, motherfucker, this is just infuriating bullshit!" Ma Wang took a deep breath and glared even more unpleasantly at Pang Feng.
Lin Jie was also annoyed, but he glanced at Ma Wang and said, "Ma Wang, I'm warning you, don't mess with this guy lightly; he could take on ten of you."
Ma Wang was stunned. A young guy popped out from behind Lin Jie. This guy was called Sheng Shaowen, and he hung out with Ma Wang pretty often. He said, "Brother Jie, aren't you exaggerating a bit? Ma Wang has become an MMA coach. One against ten? Even Tyson couldn't do that, could he?"
"Heh heh!" Several young masters started laughing, clearly treating Lin Jie's words as a joke.
