I'm not sure why, obviously I came here for money, but when he spoke like that, the boy suddenly felt that his dignity had been violated.
This made him feel:
The more he refused to let himself go, the more he wanted to go!
Moreover, he must get first place!!
"Sorry, it's not about the money..."
The boy in front, with a maturity beyond his years, shook his head and gently opened Yan Huan's hand, saying this.
"..."
Understanding it was the world's correction, Yan Huan sighed and lowered his head.
Seeing Yan Huan no longer stopping him, the boy in front finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Bang!!"
However, the next second, Yan Huan behind him suddenly punched out of nowhere.
The fierce fist wind hit the boy's body, startling him as he clutched his body in pain and shock, falling to the ground.
"You..."
Yet behind, even though it was him who hit him, the hand that had just thrown a punch was quickly flowing with blood like a stream.
"Drip drip... drip..."
