"Kid, you dare to slander me? I think you're just afraid of losing," Tong Chuan said with a gloomy expression.
"Heh, slander you? You think too highly of yourself. Whether it's stimulants or any other drugs, they all have a time limit for their effects, and it's usually not very long. Since you're so bold, why don't we all sit down for a chat, wait for half an hour, and then start the match? Do you—dare—or—not?"
Chen Feng mocked him with a smack of his lips.
"Kid, I won't waste my time arguing with you. If you've got the skills, then fight me," Tong Chuan said furiously, pointing at Chen Feng's nose viciously.
"Heh, I've got no interest in fighting a rabid wolf-dog high on drugs. Little Jing, let's go," Chen Feng said, looking at him with a faint smile on his lips.
