C1070 01071 】 Killer?

Fatty was still munching on the chicken leg, as if he did not see Ye Xiaofan's serious attitude at all. As he ate, he mumbled, "Tell me, I'm listening."

"He's the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Association. I've never seen him before, but he's bragging a lot, and he has a disciple named Iron Head whom I've fought against before. His skill is pretty good