His words were still twirling on the tip of his tongue when Yuan Ye's fist suddenly flew open, like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, it grasped toward Wang Hao's shoulder.
Seeing this scene, Wang Hao's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Kongtong Eagle Claw Hand?"
Yuan Ye's eyes gleamed with sinister pride, and he said, "Hmph, not bad, you actually recognize the Kongtong Eagle Claw Hand? Being defeated by this, you can be proud!"
Listening to Yuan Ye's arrogant words, Wang Hao squeezed out a disdainful, cold laugh between his clenched teeth, "Heh, heh…"
Two years ago, the new head of Kongtong had boasted in front of him and ended up with eight broken ribs; it was said he had to lie in bed for nearly half a year before he could walk again.
This playboy Yuan Ye had only learned superficial skills and dared to show off in front of Wang Hao.
