"Dr. Liu, look at my strength, my explosive power, do I need to take your medication? Or maybe I just haven't tried it on my hands yet, do you need me to test it out with my kicks?"
He lifts his leg, threatening to kick him.
Liu Shao Xuan hastily retreats.
His handsome face pales.
Among them, only Song Tian Mo and Liang Wen He were the best fighters. Liang Wen He might lose to Song Tian Mo, but he would still be more than enough to go after him alone.
"No need, no need!"
"Haha!"
Xiao Ji bursts into laughter.
"Wen He, you really don't need to test it out on him. Just charm all those hot chicks at the nightclub, see how many you can knock down, then Shao Xuan could surely assess your condition based on your record ..."
Liang Wen He snorts lightly.
"Not interested!"
He comfortably sits down on a sofa to one side.
Xiao Ji tosses him a can of beer.
Liang Wen He catches it.