"Third Young Master, rest assured, I've reminded them," he said. "I told them that this kid is tough, they absolutely can't go head-on with him. They won't confront him directly this time, they are all carrying weapons! Anyway, this time, even if he's the reincarnation of Huang Feihong, he's bound to be trapped, and Third Young Master's anger will surely be vented!"
The youth's face revealed a hint of smugness as he spoke, and a fierce viciousness flashed in his eyes towards the end.
"Good, let's go and see," he said. "Let's see how our dark horse, our 10,000-meter champ, turns into a cripple!"
The long-haired youth listened to the other's words, the tension that had just appeared on his face immediately relaxed, a look of utter satisfaction emerged, and he casually slung his arm over the youth's shoulder, turning towards the direction of a school gate up ahead.
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"Hmm?"
