C28 Wherever He Went There Would be Blood

Lin Weimao glanced at the middle-aged man and waved dismissively. "Fatty Cao, let it go. My son is such a disappointment; I'm hardly in the mood to check out the Freshmen Competition."

"Hehe, you're right. My son, on the other hand, is something else. He's been honing his skills for over two years and just today, he took down four second-year students..