"Uncle, this... this Boss Zhang, is he always this impulsive?"
Zheng Ziwen stood next to the old blacksmith Ding Yong Country, with a look of panic on his face.
Not only did he imagine Zhang Su losing, but he also ludicrously put himself in that situation, and the thought of losing face in front of so many people made him anxious.
"Impulsive? Ha ha ha..."
Ding Yong Country clenched his fists with excitement, gritting his teeth as he spoke to Zheng Ziwen beside him, "Ziwen, weren't you questioning Boss Zhang's combat power? You're about to get your answer. Watch closely!"
In fact, he didn't know the exact level of Zhang Su's combat prowess either, but from his years of interactions with Zhang Su, he was very clear about what kind of person Zhang Su was—definitely not the kind to put himself in danger. Very shrewd!
