Cheng Hai's words left the club members, who had been mocking Shen Qiang with disdain on their faces, stunned.
"What? Cheng Hai has to go all out to fight Shen Qiang? Isn't he just some thug with a bit of money and a little influence? Does he really deserve Cheng Hai's serious effort?"
"Exactly, what's going on? The city's fighting champion was taken down by Cheng Hai with just one punch. To put it bluntly, I think even if those champions on TV came here, Cheng Hai could win without being serious. Now he's taking Shen Qiang so seriously — could it be that this Shen Qiang is really that good in a fight?"
"Are you kidding me? Shen Qiang doesn't even have big muscles, and he's always surrounded by women, looking like a playboy. And Cheng Hai thinks he's a threat?"
The people in the club looked at each other in disbelief.
But at that moment, Shen Qiang was not in the mood to pay attention to them.
