"When did it become your turn to discipline my disciple?"
The thickly muscled left arm of the shadowy figure slightly lifted, gripping a black fist wrapped in a leather glove in its palm.
Then a bold, rugged voice roared out mercilessly.
The crowd's stunned gaze fell on the shadowy figure...
A shiny bald head gleamed brilliantly.
Beneath the bald head was a middle-aged man with a look of roguish charm.
At this moment, he was looking at the formidable "Scythe" with an extremely arrogant and cool posture.
"Who is this guy?"
This question simultaneously arose in the minds of all the onlookers.
However, there was a group of people who were exceptions!
They were the students who truly understood Ding Chuan's Fighting Department.
Their eyes were far more dumbfounded than the others.
"Ruan...Ruan Xiongfei!"
In Zhang Shaotang's heart, it felt as if a hundred thousand highland yaks had stampeded through.
"Why is it him!?"
