"How is this possible!"
Piao Chang still couldn't believe it. He had once seen Sabikadi punch a bull to death with his own eyes. The opponent's fists were tested with a special dynamometer, and they could at least reach about 1.5 tons, with a speed 2.5 times that of a normal person.
"What? Do you need me to enforce it on you?" Lin Hai strode toward Piao Chang.
Piao Chang's face completely changed, and he retreated in panic, his voice trembling: "You, what do you want to do, don't come over!"
"Fulfill the bet." Lin Hai replied, continuing to advance.
The thought of having to kneel in public and bark like a dog was more painful than being killed.
"I was just joking earlier."
With nowhere to retreat, Piao Chang was caught by the arm by Lin Hai.
"Joking? A thirty billion joke is really minor." Lin Hai sneered.
