"You two idiots, with your kind of strength, you dare to give us a hard time? You're simply overestimating yourselves," Zhang Bin said disdainfully, looking at the fatty who was still clutching his crotch with a face twisted in pain, and the skinny guy who was covering a wrist that was still slowly seeping blood. "This is a lesson for you two."
"Think you can give us trouble? You're a joke."
"Now do you realize how awesome Brother Bin is?"
"You may be geniuses, but compared to Brother Bin, you're like a firefly next to the bright moon." Ma Rufei and his friends couldn't resist rubbing it in.
They felt their previous answers had been correct and that they were true talents, perfectly capable of passing. It was just that these two had deliberately made things difficult; otherwise, why would Zhang Bin have said that?
