Liu Chen followed Xiong Biao to Wang Tianhao's villa, unexpectedly mocked on the spot. Wang Tianhao's butler was known to have once been a special forces king and various sanda champions.
No one thought highly of Liu Chen, believing that the butler's victory over Liu Chen was a matter of course.
"Kid, come on, don't be a coward, I'll play with you."
The butler's footwork shifted to a figure-eight stance, steady and able to attack or defend.
"Just an ant."
Liu Chen said lightly, a smile on his lips. Even in the strongest Dragon Group of China, Liu Chen had a place. A mere butler dared to be arrogant in front of Liu Chen—absolutely ridiculous.
Hearing Liu Chen's taunt, the butler's face turned grim. Initially, he didn't intend to use much force, but now it seemed unnecessary.
"Seeking death!"
The butler launched a punch so fast it left people speechless. Wang Tianhao nodded in satisfaction. This speed was unbeatable.
