Hearing these words, Zhang Cheng reached out and vigorously rubbed his face.
He looked at Chen Fang and said, "Ah Fang, what do you think we should do about this? Zhou Tong, that kid, has some connections. I think it's unlikely you'll be able to persuade him with just a few words."
Chen Fang lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
He said, "You're right. Since Young Master Zhou has already thrown down the gauntlet, if we don't play along, it would seem like we're backing down. Let's fight it out then, since everyone has already taken their positions."
"Alright, we'll follow your lead, little brother."
Zhang Cheng finished speaking.
He waved his hand.
The twenty or thirty men he brought quickly formed a formation.
To Zhou Tong, the level of connections he had should have been enough to scare Zhang Cheng away, so he never expected Zhang Cheng would actually dare to confront him head-on.
His anger instantly flared up.
