C96 A Fist Talking

While Chen Yu was looking at the small boxing ring, Brother Fei jogged to a muscular man.

Although the burly man had a frightening body, the expression on his face was very amiable.

The fierceness and amiability on his face did not match at all. There was a rare harmony on his face.

Beside him was a baldy. That baldy had been staring at him the whole time Chung Feng entered