Qin Feng looked at the guy and said with a smile, "What if I don't pick either?"
The guy tilted his neck, loosened up his wrists, and said, "That depends on whether you've got what it takes!"
The cronies behind him started cracking their knuckles and swarmed up, yelling, "Fuck you, you're asking for it!"
"Brothers, beat him to death!"
"..."
The guy waved his hand and said coldly, "Back off, all of you. In our Yanzi Sect, there's no rule about ganging up. I can handle him myself!"
The cronies all stepped back a couple of steps, making room for them to fight.
Lin Xia dodged aside, arms folded behind his back, ready to enjoy the show with a big grin.
Seeing the guy stick to the rules, Qin Feng extended his right hand and politely gestured, "After you!"
"Go to hell!"
The guy twitched his lips, raised his fist as big as a cooking pot, and smashed it straight at Qin Feng.
The punch tore through the air with the force of a hundred pounds.
