"Oh?" Jin Kuihe was somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected the other party to know who he was and still be so confident?
After the surprise came anger, great anger.
Such a lowly Chinese bug, dare to speak with such attitude?
"You must die!" Jin Kuihe said, stretching out his finger and beckoning: "Come over, die!"
Zhong Damin gritted his teeth, and couldn't help feeling a bit nervous inside.
Defeating Liu Guanghong was impressive.
But what about Jin Kuihe?
The two of them were not on the same level at all.
Comparing them would be like the gap between a kindergartener and a college student.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Zhong Damin had no confidence at all.
At this moment, Qin Hao spoke: "If you can take down this stick, I'll take you as my disciple."
"Really!"
Zhong Damin turned his head, his face was full of joy.
If I defeat this Korean, I can become this elder brother's disciple?
It's simply wonderful!
