98: C98 Don't Show Any Mercy!

C98 Don't Show Any Mercy!

1Sure enough, Han Siyu had predicted this scene in advance.

These classmates who were eager to suck up to Wenya knew that she had married into a good family and would definitely suck up to her. But she did not expect that just as she entered, Wen Ya would put on a show of strength. As expected of Wenya, she was worthy of being her enemy.

Now that Han Siyu had become the chairman, her wrists had become stronger than before. She was no longer the little girl from before.

Even if she met an old fox in his sixties or sixties, she would still be able to handle him calmly, let alone a vain woman like Wenya.

"What does it have to do with you that I am late?"

Han Siyu swept a glance at everyone present and asked her classmates who were discussing animatedly.

That's right, she was late. What did it have to do with her?

In the end, it was just a gentle sentence that successfully led their thoughts away.

Han Siyu was also not a person who was flamboyant. She chose a seat by the window. There was no one around, so she seemed to be very low-profile.

However, there was a good children's song, The little river revolves around the mountain. The bees circled around the flowers and the cars circled around the building. As long as you are good enough, there will always be those who like to come and find trouble. Even if you were already very low-key.

Wen Ya held the hand of an old man and walked towards Han Siyu and the other two.

There was a very long scar on this old man's face. He looked very much like Li Yuanba, who was dominating the battlefield!

However, when combined with his wrinkled old face, it looked so shocking. He really did not know how Wenya climbed into bed.

His name was Sangbiao, and he was the overlord of the underground boxing ring in South City.

He was very powerful, enough to fight Sun Jie. However, the two major powers had always minded their own business, because he had no intention of expanding his territory. Furthermore, his way of earning money was through illegal boxing. He did not have many people. It was only a few hundred, but the profits of the boxing arena could be described as violent profits.

Those few steps that made her walk could be said to be full of success and glory, as if she was married to a prince on a white horse.

"Dear, do you know what it means to compare people to others? Comparing goods to goods must be thrown away?"

"What do you mean?"

Sangbiao was stunned by the question. He knew that women loved vanity, so he did his best to cooperate for the sake of the Boa Man's smile.

"The husband of some people is the most useless person in the whole city! My husband is the king of the boxing ring. He is not even comparable to those martial arts masters! "

Wen Ya's words were laced with thorns and hidden needles. Her words were full of aggressiveness.

Her gaze fell on Jiang Feifan's face and she deliberately smiled and said, "Handsome, am I right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Seeing Jiang Feifan agree so readily, Hee Tingting kicked him hard under the table.

They had agreed to fight for Han Siyu's face. Why did this guy even admit it?

He was Mr Mask after all. How could he let this old man be the king of the boxing arena? He should go up and fight with him!

"Haha, as expected of the number one wimp in South City. You must have gotten used to being called that, right?"

Wenya was so happy that her flowers bloomed. Those who didn't know would think that Jiang Feifan had been bribed by him!

"The number one good-for-nothing in South City, are you talking about me?"

Jiang Feifan asked suspiciously, as if he had always thought that she was talking about someone else!

"Otherwise, who am I talking about?"

Wenya was very pleased with herself and rolled her eyes at him.

"I thought you were talking about your father! Look at him laughing like a pig head!"

Jiang Feifan glanced at the old man beside Wenya. He said it casually, but to Wenya, it was a critical hit.

In fact, everyone could tell that Sangbiao was old enough to be his father. However, these people did not dare to offend Sangbiao. They thought that they were a match made in heaven. They all gave their blessings to Wenya.

Who knew that Jiang Feifan would directly point out his age and make a false accusation? He said that Sangbiao was the number one loser in South City. This was an extreme insult to Wenya.

"Kid, what did you say?"

In South City, who wouldn't give him face? Now that he was insulted by a kid who didn't even have a full grown hair, Sangbiao couldn't hold his face anymore. He grabbed the cup on the table and fiercely shook it. The cup shattered and fell to the ground.

"It's over. Master Biao has shown his power. This kid is finished!"

"Did you guys hear that last time, there was an arrogant boxer who shouted at Master Biao like that? His limbs were crippled and his spine was crooked. He could only live in bed for the rest of his life!"

"Hurry up. If there are children, take them away. The scene will be very bloody in a while!"

There were many different opinions, and no one thought highly of Jiang Feifan.

But there was only one person who firmly believed in Jiang Feifan's martial arts and believed that he would definitely win.

That's right. This person was Hee Tingting. In her eyes, Mr Mask's name was like a god. Especially that day when Jiang Feifan crippled one of Yellow Hair's hands in the single apartment and saved the beauty. She had completely worshiped Jiang Feifan.

In this kind of occasion, she didn't even dare to say anything, but with Jiang Feifan by her side, she wasn't afraid of anything anymore.

"You think breaking a cup is awesome?"

"Mr Mask, get up and hang him!"

It seemed that this identity could not be hidden anymore. Jiang Feifan stood up helplessly and smiled. "In order to prove that you are a good-for-nothing, I have decided to fight you!"

"You..."

Sangbiao was so angry that his whole body trembled. He felt like tearing his heart to pieces.

After so many years in the Chi Xie boxing ring, those who dared to talk to him like that were more than a meter tall.

"Wow! Mr Mask!"

"Like I said, I felt familiar with this guy the moment he came in!"

" I still have videos on my phone. Which one of you is watching them? Mr Mask is a warrior from R Country!"

...

Men did not dare to speak, but women were usually the ones who did not mind watching the show. Mr Mask's figure had long been imprinted in their hearts. Part of the reason was because he was handsome, and the main reason was that he was too strong!

"Mr Mask, go!"

Hee Tingting shouted loudly. In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire place was ignited.

"Quick, let's go!"

"There's enough to watch this fight. Mr Mask is standing on the Fist Emperor!"

"Let me take a picture. The sound will be shaky later. Everyone, don't forget to give me a thumbs up!"

Soon, the round table was placed to the side. There was a large empty space in the middle. They were all rubbing their fists and waiting for a good show.

"Hubby, don't hold back later. He asked for it!"

Wen Ya was angry and angry. Originally, everyone was talking to her, but now, this group of people changed sides very quickly, as if Jiang Feifan's voice was even louder than Sangbiao's.

The most important thing in the boxing ring was the atmosphere. Now, more than half of the people were supporting Jiang Feifan, which made Sangbiao lose face.

He roared and stood in the middle, scolding, "Come on, prove yourself. You are a loser!"

Jiang Feifan did not move. Instead, he poured himself a cup of tea and slowly drank it.

"What is it? You don't dare?"

"Mr Mask! I think you are just a soft shrimp. Han Siyu must have been tortured to the point of not being able to get up, right? "

These words made Jiang Feifan's face turn cold. He slowly walked towards Sangbiao.

"Be careful!"

Han Siyu was very worried. After all, Sangbiao looked so fierce. One look and she could tell that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Don't worry. It will only take three moves to deal with this kind of trash with an undeserved reputation!"

The reason why she used the word 'three' was to give Sangbiao some face. If it was someone else, he would only say one move.

"Kid, you still have a long way to go. Don't be too arrogant. Seeing that you are Wenya's classmate, I can spare your life!"

Sangbiao was an adult. He would not say too many arrogant words, but he had already thought of a way to deal with Jiang Feifan.

He strode forward. His fist, which was as big as a clay pot, rushed towards Jiang Feifan's face. The wind from his fist was whistling, and the force was enough to shake a thousand kilograms. If this round was hit, it would be enough to make Jiang Feifan's face change beyond recognition, and make him lose consciousness on the spot.

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