"Am I going to challenge all of you alone? Or are all of you going to gang up on me?"
When Qin Fan's lazy, disdainful words came out, the Huaxia natives within the Taekwondo Club were all dumbfounded.
Did Qin Fan misspeak? Did he mean something else?
There were well over a hundred of these Koreans and their bootlicking lackeys combined.
One person challenging the entire group? Has he gone mad? How is that any different from suicide? No matter how well he can fight, he can't possibly win; he'd be drowned if each of them so much as spat on him once!
"Boss Fan, did you misspeak?" the president of the Martial Arts Club asked, dumbstruck.
