The man ahead had a completely bald head and wore a plain cloth robe, looking like a monk.
Licking his lips, he grinned and said, "You're a suitable opponent for me."
Chu Hao was furious. Damn it, he had almost succeeded, and then someone popped up claiming, "You're a suitable opponent for me."
Looking down on Brother Hao, are you?
Chu Hao said, "Bald donkey, who the hell are you? Believe it or not, I can take you down in minutes."
The bald man spat. "Psh, I'm not a bald donkey. My name is Chu Zhiyuan. You, a little brat whose fuzz hasn't even fully grown in, should call me 'Brother'."
Chu Hao shouted angrily, "I don't have a bald grandson like you! Stop falsely claiming kinship."
Chu Zhiyuan shouted furiously, "I'm teaching you a lesson on behalf of my Second Uncle!"
Just then, a black Audi pulled up, and a man leaning on a cane got out. Wearing a trench coat and sporting a slicked-back haircut, he looked just like a movie gambler. "Zhiyuan," he said, "don't start a fight."
