"Old Third, you've recently improved your basic strength quite a bit. Be honest with big brother, how did you, Li Hu, manage to do it?"
Yang Zhong, with a temperament even fiercer than Li Hu, was furious at such humiliation. Even knowing he wasn't as strong as the other party, he roared in anger, "Yang Gan, if you have the guts, kill me. As long as I'm alive, there will be a day when I kill you."
It wasn't the first time hearing Yang Zhong utter such words. A flash of murderous intent crossed Yang Gan's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself, sneering, "A waste who hasn't broken the thirty-thousand jin limit by the age of twenty-two. If it weren't for the camp rules, you would've been dead countless times by now. Even with another ten years, you will only be beneath my feet, understand, you waste?"
Bang!
"Waste, you, the waste!"
