Chapter 82 Tiangang_1
North City Martial Arts School.
Zhang Qi sat there drinking water, training was hard enough, yet he still had to deal with an idiot.
Sitting in front of him was a tall and burly fellow, practically radiating a sense of superiority.
Completely oblivious to his own weight and worth.
That proud snout of his almost pointed to the sky.
This person was sent by Liu Zang.
Just a lackey, yet he acted as though he were an imperial envoy.
Looking down on Zhang Qi, he said, "Our boss is merciful, giving you a chance.
Get the hell off the Iron Leg Sect's turf.
All the martial arts schools will belong to us.
If you refuse, the most dreadful retaliation will await you.
To submit is to prosper, to defy is to perish – you should understand that!"
"Well, this isn't something I can decide, how about I ask for you?"
Zhang Qi said with a smile.
"Then make the call now!"
The man said impatiently.