Outside the entrance of International Qingcheng, around twenty young men had gathered, blocking the way.
The leader was a man with a ponytail. His name was Zhao Dongzi, the top disciple of Ba Dao.
Zhao Dongzi had received a phone call from Xiao Dao, and without reporting to his master Ba Dao, he took it upon himself to summon over twenty fellow disciples and drive here, prepared to handle the nuisance that was Wang Hao in the most simple and brutal manner.
"Wang Hao, if you've got the guts of a man, then hurry up and get out here instead of hiding inside like a damn turtle!"
Hearing Zhao Dongzi's cursing, Wang Hao strode out confidently.
Seeing the newcomer, Zhao Dongzi's hawk-like eyes sparkled with a cold gleam as he asked, "Are you Wang Hao?"
Wang Hao nodded and replied, "Yes, it's me. Who are you?"
Zhao Dongzi said, "Zhao Dongzi, chief disciple of the Ba Dao Martial Arts School. I've heard you're quite a fighter, and I've come especially to learn a thing or two!"
