"Chance? Kid, don't get it twisted, we're the ones giving you a chance, not the other way around!"
"I'm telling you, if you're not proactive today, you're going to lose more than just money,"
the man known as Brother Huan said with a sinister chuckle.
"Where is the real tiger fat oil?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked coldly.
"You refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit!"
"Do him in!"
At the command, a big guy who was at the Martial Artist level approached Zhang Xiaofan,
planning to manhandle him with the ease of an eagle catching a chick.
He had thought that coming here with money would easily secure the tiger fat oil he wanted.
But who could have expected it would still come to blows?
Bang!
Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to waste any time and went straight for a kick,
sending the man flying out and crashing through the sturdy wooden door.
"Damn, Brother Huan, this kid's got some moves!"
The crowd was utterly astonished!
