"Guanjie, you must help me get revenge," Wang Zhonghao clenched his teeth in pain, his words distorted as he covered his face in the infirmary, "We absolutely can't let that guy off."
The man in front of him was the deputy president of the Martial Arts Society, a super idol in the eyes of countless female students, Xu Guanjie.
He was handsome and his academic performance was top-notch, ranking among the best in Binhai, and countless big shots wanted to befriend him and ask for his help in handling various matters.
He was always busy, and very few people had seen him.
"Don't worry, after all, you did this for me," Xu Guanjie comforted him, "But you, you still act too impulsively, attacking without understanding the situation. Judging from his performance today, he must also be a cultivator."
"He must be. A normal person couldn't possibly defeat me." Remembering the scene where Lin Hao had kicked him, Wang Zhonghao's eyes turned fierce, "Guanjie, you can't let him go."
