"Rafe, this is my sister's classmate, I heard he's pretty good at fighting too, do you want to go up on the ring and have a match?"
Clearly, she still harbored feelings about her sister saying Li Ang was stronger than her friend.
Rafe, of course, knew that this net friend of his came from a small place in Florida and that his sister's classmate couldn't be some formidable character, probably just a street thug.
However, as Rafe looked at the Chinese man next to Aisha with a contemptuous gaze, his pupils suddenly constricted.
"Master Li, are you also here to browse around?"
He gave Li Ang a respectful cupped-fist salute and asked.
The Chinese man before him was, startlingly, the outside fighter invited by his dojo that he had met in the meeting room yesterday.
