"Hahaha, kid, do you think you can win against my Saint War Rooster with that dumb chicken?"
At this moment, Hong Du was already walking over with his tampered fighting rooster, his expression was very smug, as arrogant as the fighting rooster in his hand.
Saint War Rooster?
Hearing the name Hong Du gave his chicken, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but find it extremely amusing.
Saint War Rooster? The guy who can only see the sky from the bottom of a well, just wait until you feel the wrath of the true warrior of fighting roosters!
Ling Zhenfei shot a cold glance at Hong Du, though he said nothing, he was sneering inwardly...
Hong Du thought that using drugs on his chicken would guarantee a win against Ling Zhenfei, completely ignorant that he was already doomed to lose before the match had even started.
