"Sun Junzhong is about to explode!"
"Fantastic, Old Master Sun is the top dog in Jiangbei, what about the Iron Fist King? He vanished overnight eight years ago, wasn't he chased away, running with his tail between his legs!"
"Exactly, Junior Sun better teach him a lesson!"
...
Sun Junzhong paid no attention to the plebeian rich kids nearby, his gaze fixed firmly on Fang Yu.
The Iron Fist King? That identity is indeed sufficient to qualify as my opponent.
Fang Yu looked at Sun Junzhong and spoke:
"Kid, don't try to act all profound with me, such a young age and you're putting on a pretense of an old sage!" Fang Yu said with utter disdain.
Sun Junzhong didn't get angry but chuckled instead, saying:
"My father's generation could eradicate yours, and in my generation, I can still destroy you. I never thought you'd have the guts to come back…"
The wealthy youths around listened with confusion, not understanding this talk of annihilation.
