"Jiang Feng of China, I've heard you just came from Huaxia Street, and managed to take out Di Long and Tarsen there?"
Hemeng didn't bother with small talk and directly fixed his gaze on Jiang Feng, questioning.
"They were asking for death, not worth pitying." Jiang Feng didn't deny it.
"Hehe, admitting it was you is enough!"
Although Hemeng was smiling, his expression turned even colder and sharper: "Initially, I was considering if it would be inappropriate for me to personally engage you. After all, given my status and reputation, even if I killed you, others would say I bullied the young with my age, winning without honor."
"But now, since you can single-handedly flatten Huaxia Street, you've already made a name for yourself. If I make a move against you, no one will criticize."
"So, what?" Jiang Feng looked at Hemeng with even more playful defiance.
"It's simple. I've decided to give you the honor of a duel."
