"Hit, hit the damn guy." Seeing this scene, Li San shouted loudly from the car, extremely excited: "That old guy's disciple was beaten by Xiaofan once before, but I didn't expect this old guy to be so formidable."
"Do you believe that I am not confident in beating him either?" Xiaofan said lightly.
"No, no way? You're... joking, right?" If the strongest person here, Xiaofan, couldn't beat this Kawashima, then the situation was really bad.
"I'm just saying I'm not confident. If it comes to a fight to the death, who knows, but right now, he's not our main target. Going all out against him isn't worth it." Xiaofan continued.
"So what do we do now?"
"Let's hope Zhu Fan's men can hold him off. If Zhu Fan really falls into his hands, that would be disastrous."
