Yang Mingcheng was quite surprised: "How did you know?"
"Intuition!" Yang Fan merely uttered those two words.
This excuse was too lame. Yang Mingcheng really didn't know what this kid was thinking.
After a while, he asked seriously again: "Yang Fan, let me ask you, are you confident you can defeat Zhao Jianfeng?"
This question was difficult to answer as his true strength couldn't be known to anyone: "I think so."
"I need a definite answer."
Yang Fan had no choice but to grit his teeth and say: "No problem."
"Yang Fan, you said this yourself."
Yang Fan suddenly felt something was wrong: "Uncle, what are you going to do?"
"Just wait and see, the secrets of the heavens must not be revealed, stay here first, I'll be right back." Having said that, Yang Mingcheng stood up and left.
Yang Fan looked at his back and couldn't help frowning.
What exactly is going on, why does he have a bad feeling about this?
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