C923 Master

"Old Zhang, don't be angry yet. I didn't mean it that way."

Zhang Zitao felt a headache. Why was this old fogey so hot-tempered?

"Then you brat, tell me, what do you mean!"

Zhang Jingshou's eyes looked like they were about to spew fire.

"I mean, you are older than me, so you must have more experience than me, so I want to learn some techniques related to hand-to-hand combat