Whizz...
In front of the sink in the bathroom, Song Xiangshuai washed the blood off his face.
"Pah!"
He spat out another mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Damn it! I must take revenge!"
Just recently beaten up, it had only been a dozen minutes, and his body was already mostly recovered.
Even after washing with water, he could see in the mirror that the bruises on his face were quickly fading.
He's always been like this since he was young!
Tall, strong, fair-skinned, handsome, and able to withstand a beating, he recovers incredibly fast!
Splash...
A splash of cold water again to his face, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Am I... basically no match for Yang Zhan?
"His damned mother runs a chain of aesthetic clinics, his dad is the chairman of the Immortal Technique Committee.
"My mom's the deputy director of a bread factory, and my dad is the director of the same factory.
"What the hell am I doing fighting with him?"
Song Xiangshuai frowned, his mouth twitching.
