From Wang Yi's first two moves, Bond could tell that Wang Yi had studied Chinese kung fu. Wang Yi had once even killed an armed thug with his bare hands.
He'd even subdued an armed thug while holding a child.
So if he squared off against Wang Yi face-to-face, he'd definitely be no match for him.
But if he could tackle Wang Yi and bring them both to the ground, his longer arms and legs and greater weight would give him the advantage.
That was Bond.
Though the guy was indeed a pushover, he was definitely smarter than most people.
Most people, riled up in a situation like this, would charge in swinging wild punches without any thought.
But even in his fury, Bond had analyzed their strengths and weaknesses and come up with a plan.
Still, he'd underestimated Wang Yi.
When he charged at Wang Yi, Wang Yi dodged to the side and drove his knee up hard, slamming it straight into Bond's chin.
Bond toppled sideways like a speeding truck rolling over. He slid another four meters before finally coming to a stop.
By then, his head was spinning and his ears were ringing.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But one thought still lingered in his mind. As he tried to get up, he shouted:
"You're the one who's not a man! You're the one who's not a man!"
Wang Yi gave a cold snort. "Still not convinced?"
"You're the one who's not a man! You're the one who's not a man!"
The guy staggered to his feet. It seemed that was the only thing he could say now.
Wang Yi snorted. "If you're not convinced, prove it to me. Prove it to all the Kings fans! Prove it to Jane."
With that, Wang Yi