"Su Chen, you..." Ling Zhigao wanted to stop him, thinking that Su Chen was still immature, obviously bound to lose without a doubt, so why lose face? Moreover, Fang Yihong clearly harbored hatred, what if he hit too hard? He had already come to see Su Chen as a son-in-law, so there was some worry and a desire to stop him, but it was too late; Su Chen had agreed, and Zheng Ziyin had agreed too, so anything he said would be in vain.
The next second.
Su Chen walked toward Fang Yihong, stopping when he was about four or five meters away from him.
Fang Yihong stared at Su Chen, and at that moment, finally became excited, his hands clenching tightly.
"Make your move," Su Chen said with a smile.
"Hmph, you want me to make the move? If I attack, will you still have a chance to fight back?" Fang Yihong replied with a cold snort.
