For a moment, Zhao Bin almost laughed, and the old man was too invisible. Today was the second time he met. Although the other side pointed out some shortcomings in his kungfu, his request was a little too much now.

Fist.

Listen to each other's tone. Obviously, this kind of boxing is not the kind of boxing with referees and commentaries on TV, but more like a private agreement.

When Mr. Qian saw Zhao Bin's reaction, he grinned bitterly. "I'm too rash to punish myself with a glass."

"Sir, don't punish yourself with a cup. It's estimated that Qian Xiaojia would kill me if you drank anything good or bad."...