"Damn bastard!"
Jiang Hao clenched his fists, his face full of fury, contorted with anger.
At a restaurant, Han Zixuan looked at Xiao Yifeng and said, "That Jiang Hao's grandfather has a lot of power in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. The president is Patriarch Hua, he generally doesn't handle things himself, leaving it to the four vice presidents instead."
"This time, the competition of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is also under his charge. Since you've hit his grandson this time, I'm afraid he might interfere. I'll contact my grandfather and have him deal with it."
"No need, if they dare to prevent me from competing, I'll show them just how formidable I am. To me, a traditional medicine competition is as boring as adults playing with children if it weren't for the fact that the reward still holds some appeal for me, I wouldn't bother participating at all," Xiao Yifeng said, curling his lips in disdain.
