A punch that blasted through a wall? How much strength does that require? If one has such strength, then one against thirty...
"Look," Wang Hao said with a smiling squint, nonchalantly sitting back down, "With that kind of strength, fighting thirty people alone shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Wang Zhian was completely astonished!
He stared blankly at Wang Hao, opened his mouth, and only after a long while managed to utter, "Yes... yes..."
"So that's what I'm saying," Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, smiling, "why can Americans fight and never die, while Heavenly Country people must be killed off? An American hero wipes out a brigade, thousands of people, and comes out without a scratch and you think that's a success. A retired soldier from China, a national champion, takes on ten ordinary punks and must be severely wounded or die?"
Wang Zhian's face changed color from Wang Hao's retort.
