Just as Zhao Rong was walking toward the man working on his leg muscles, a group of beautiful women nearby suddenly recognized him.
"Look, that's him!" one of them, a woman with a D-cup bust, said to her friends. "He's the heroic teenager from the school field who beat up those punks from the Taekwondo and boxing clubs."
With that, she walked over to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong was a focused person. Once he had a target in sight, he forged straight ahead, oblivious to his surroundings. Suddenly, he bumped into something soft. His eyes widened in shock as he blurted out, "Holy crap, they're really big…"
Realizing what had happened, Zhao Rong quickly apologized to the woman in front of him. "I'm so sorry, miss. I accidentally bumped into you… I really didn't mean to."
He was about to pull some cash out of his Magic Ring to compensate her for the emotional distress. After all, he was already familiar with the usual scams run by these student clubs.
