Yang Chen could sense that this Siam Fist fighter was much fiercer than Ba Yu, solely from the murderous aura emanating from him.
Looking at this person, Yang Chen felt a sudden desire.
He always enjoyed this feeling of flesh meeting flesh, punch for punch with full force; this was a battle between men.
However, his shoulder was injured now, and he couldn't indulge in such a thrilling fight.
At this moment, Ba Yu was standing at the door without him knowing when.
"Boss, please let me fight him!"
Yang Chen looked at Ba Yu in surprise, not knowing why he was joining the fray; this guy was injured in the leg, wasn't he told to hide away?
He noticed that Ba Yu was staring at the Siam Fist fighter, his eyes full of fierceness.
"Do you have a grudge?" Yang Chen stared at Ba Yu.
