Xie Jiuhan was very satisfied with the middle-aged man's performance. He picked up Feng Qing's torn poster and prepared to leave. The middle-aged man looked at him timidly. He didn't expect this man to be so terrifying. He actually participated in the underground boxing competition and even defeated Carol to become the new boxing champion. This had completely overturned his understanding.
"Huge Whale Fist King, on account of the 300,000, don't blame me for not reminding you. If I were you, I'd better leave this place overnight. Otherwise, you might be in trouble." Although the middle-aged man was afraid of Xie Jiuhan, he still braced himself and said.
"Trouble? What do you mean?" Xie Jiuhan raised his eyebrows.
