Wu Xiaoshan's gaze wandered across the group of Taekwondo instructors in front of him and finally settled on Zhang Yalong.
"Aren't you the one who's dissatisfied, huh? Saying last time you got hit so hard by me that you couldn't even return the phone call because you had too much to drink. I'm giving you another chance today, to let these companions of yours see for themselves whether you're useless or not!"
Xiaoshan looked at Zhang Yalong with a mocking expression, his finger almost poking Zhang Yalong's nose.
Ever since Wu Xiaoshan had given him a severe beating.
Zhang Yalong couldn't tell you how embarrassed he felt; he couldn't even lift his head at the Dragon Tiger Dojo.
From time to time, his peers would mock him for it, making his life a daily experience of inferiority.
Today, not only did Wu Xiaoshan come knocking at his door,
but he also dared to mock him in front of his fellow instructors,
saying he wanted to give him a chance to prove he wasn't worthless.
