"The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my vocabulary; make it a thousand, that'll be more thrilling." Chen Tianlong couldn't be too arrogant, since a hundred was the military's standard number, adding ten times should be just fine.
"Huh?"
The crowd was dumbfounded hearing those numbers. A thousand people besieging one, even if it were Fang Dali, he would be utterly crushed unless he ran away instead of fighting.
"Alright, hurry up and prepare a thousand for me to pound, but let me warn you first, if someone ends up with broken bones, I won't care; it's your own doing," Chen Tianlong said nonchalantly.
"Damn, you're a bit too arrogant," the person was furious. If it weren't for Chen Tianlong being the Grand Commander, he would've kicked him already; he was flaunting it perfectly.
A thousand people?
What kind of concept is that? It's like having enough people to flood someone with one gulp of water each, yet this guy is challenging them solo, isn't he asking for a beating?
