"You useless trash, how dare you try to stand up for him?" The man said disdainfully to Su Changfeng.
"Can we be friends?" Meeting such a strong opponent, becoming enemies was not the best option in Su Changfeng's eyes; winning him over was what he wanted to see.
But this person seemed to have no such intention, laughing dismissively, "Sorry, I don't want to be friends with trash like you."
Saying this, he looked at the people on the spectators' stand and said, "Is anyone willing to compete with me for this ten thousand?"
Last night he fought with Dao Jiu, and these spectators were basically all present, having witnessed his strength. Who would dare to fight him now?
"Since there's no one, I should get the ten thousand, right?" The man asked the boxing arena manager.
The manager looked at Su Changfeng, saw him nod, and then replied, "I'll go get the money for you."
