"You're Su Fan!"
Zhao Hu almost hysterically shouted out the name.
"It's you, it must be you."
"In Yang City, the only martial artist so young and skilled is him."
"Congratulations, you are correct."
Su Fan flashed a grin at Zhao Hu.
To Zhao Hu, that smile was utterly terrifying.
"Congratulations, you are correct."
"Now, do you still want to stand up for your friend?"
Zhao Hu's mindset completely broke down.
He had watched the video of Su Fan taking on a hundred and eighty members of the Blood Wolf Gang by himself, crippling Zhao Wei, numerous times.
Although he loathed Su Fan, Su Fan's strength was something he could not afford to provoke.
The Gang Leader Zhao Long of the Blood Wolf Gang had even given strict orders for no one to seek trouble with Su Fan for revenge; if anyone happened to encounter Su Fan, they were to keep a wide berth.
