At these words, Zhang Jiyuan's face turned deathly pale.
His strength was about on par with He Wuhen's. At most, he held only a slight advantage.
But now, He Wuhen had been sent flying by a single blow from Chen Han. Without a doubt, his own fate would be the same!
Seeing this, Barbaric Bull couldn't help but gloat.
"Weren't you acting all high and mighty? Weren't you so damn arrogant? Why's your face so pale now? If you've got the guts, go a round with my boss. Believe it or not, he'll smash your head into your own asshole with one strike! Get ready to eat shit... Tell me, you want it served hot, or are you afraid it'll burn your mouth?"
Hearing this, Zhang Jiyuan flew into a rage out of pure humiliation. He glared at Barbaric Bull and said coldly, "I was just spouting nonsense! You motherfucker actually took me seriously?"
"Trying to back out of it?"
Chen Han slowly narrowed his eyes.
Originally, he hadn't planned on bothering with these people.
