As Paul spoke, the faces of the onlooking crowd instantly filled with intense indignation, their gazes at Paul almost bursting into flames.
Wen Gao and others clenched their fists tightly; their teeth gritted so loudly it seemed they might shatter, the shameful title "Sick Man of East Asia" piercing through every nerve of the people present.
"Fucking hell..." Peng Ming, known for his explosive temper, couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his fist and rolled up his sleeves, ready to step forward.
By his side, He Feichen, quick as ever, grabbed Peng Ming fiercely and persuaded him with restrained anger, "Young Master Peng, don't be rash. This guy has been ruthless since entering Huaxia. Everyone who has faced him ended up either dead or injured. We are no match for him. Let's wait for the boss to come back!"
Wen Gao and the others also gradually calmed down, having clashed with this adversary many times before, they were well aware of his ruthlessness.
