"Xu Hao?"
Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on a somewhat familiar figure sitting on a leisure chair across the mall.
The man had a noticeable streak of Huang Mao dyed at his forehead, it was Xu Hao, who had come to the club to challenge fighters a month ago.
At that time, he had taken on several professional fighters, claiming to be unbeatable throughout the club, displaying immense arrogance.
In the end, Fang Cheng, back at work after the New Year, tactfully persuaded him to leave with a "draw".
Although on the surface it was a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xu Hao actually lost.
At this moment, Xu Hao seemed to be waiting for Fang Cheng to come out, and upon noticing Fang Cheng, he instantly sprang up from the chair.
"Hey buddy, long time no see. Last time... hehe, we can say we became friends through the fight."
He stepped forward, making awkward small talk, a baffling smile on his face.
