"Kid, cut the crap and hurry up, I'll finish you in five seconds, I've got a date to get to," Li Yu, with his boxing gloves on, stood in the ring, his face full of impatience.
"Exactly, stop dawdling, hurry up!"
Li Yu's brain-dead fans started jeering as well.
Zhang Fan, with a challenging look, leapt onto the ring and shrugged with a shake of his head, "Don't worry, I won't let you off the stage for less than half an hour."
"Brother Fan, beat him up, knock him dead with one punch," the people from Big Dragon group roared.
"Right, do it, knock him down with one punch."
Zhang Fan raised his hand in the direction of the face-slapping group, "Knocking him dead with one punch would be a huge loss for me, I said I wouldn't let him off the stage without crying."
At the sound of Zhang Fan's voice, a wave of sighs rose up.
"So arrogant, too arrogant, how dare he speak to our Li Yu like that."
"Brother Yu, knock him dead with one punch, I'll have your baby monkeys."