Zhang Ming placed the teacup on the table beside him, sneering continually.
"What do you mean, Brother Zhang?"
Li and Zhao, the two school masters, continued to inquire.
"Kill him!"
"Whoever encounters him tomorrow!"
"Just kill him!"
Zhang Ming said harshly.
"Of course, on the stage, we give it our all; however, why hasn't Peng Liang, the school master, come?"
The school master with the surname Li first agreed, then asked.
"Peng Liang is too close with the Chen Residence."
"How dare he show his face now?"
"However, his disciple will appear. Among the five martial arts schools on Martial Arts Street, his disciple as a junior will naturally have a bye, and then we remaining four schools will have two-on-two matches."
"The winners will compete in one-on-one."
"Finally, we'll have a match against Peng Liang's disciple."
Zhang Ming explained.
Li and Zhao, the two school masters, nodded in agreement without protesting.
"Good."
"It's settled then."
