"Heh heh, if I win, you hand that little monster over to us. If I lose, my life is yours. How about it?"
The Gold Kid stared greedily at Little Honghong.
"Not interested!"
Tang Ming refused without the slightest hesitation: "Little Honghong is my kid. Your cheap little life isn't even worth one of his fingers."
"You…"
"Cut the crap, are we fighting or not? Or should I just have Little Honghong butcher all of you right now?"
Tang Ming impatiently cut off the Gold Kid's words.
"Fine! Then I'll see just how capable you really are."
The Gold Kid let out an angry roar, braced his Vigorous Air Armor, and charged Tang Ming.
"I also want to see just how capable I really am."
Tang Ming opened his stance and rushed to meet him. This time he didn't use any special means, he wanted to see just how strong he actually was.
