"Hao Jian, this foreigner is so infuriating!"
Lin Qingxue, sitting in the audience, looked at that Cliff in the ring, extremely arrogant, her pretty face showing some discontent.
After all, this is Huaxia and not his Russia. Yet, this foreigner was spouting nonsense here, making her particularly angry.
She wasn't a die-hard nationalist, but anyone would be angry seeing a foreigner insulting their people on their own land, right?
Unless that person doesn't regard this ethnicity as their own!
"It's fine."
Reaching over to gently rub Lin Qingxue's hair, Hao Jian smiled, his gaze slightly lowered, looking at that Cliff in the ring, a faint cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Hao Jian seldom visited such underground boxing gyms, and wasn't familiar with the standards here, but seeing this foreigner now, Cliff's standards weren't very high either.
