Right now, Qin Feng is the spokesperson for the underdogs.
At West Capital University, he's the only one constantly battling against the rich and handsome, finally giving the underdogs some face.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Qin Feng, "Brother Li says you know some kind of evil technique?"
Qin Feng smiled faintly, "Just some insignificant ancient martial technique, a misunderstanding by others!"
The middle-aged man sneered, "Good, it's nice that young people know humility, knowing when to advance and retreat is wise. Come over and kowtow three times to Young Master Li, and we'll call it a day. Otherwise, you'll crawl back home today!"
Qin Feng laughed, "A year ago, someone said the same to me. Now, the grass on his grave is over a meter tall!"
The middle-aged man laughed to the sky, "Good, good, interesting. I am Zhou Cheng, and I happen to know some ancient martial techniques. I'm here to learn from you!"
