Wang Qianqiu actually loved stirring things up too. Seeing Gao Qiang standing there, he said, "Gao Qiang, your boss said he can take on more than a hundred of you."
You were Feng Jun's deputy, after all. A joke at this level was no big deal, right?
Gao Qiang's mouth twitched, and a strange expression appeared on his face. "Boss... tends to be modest. Don't take it seriously."
"Of course we can't take it seriously," Cao Rui said with a laugh. He liked working out too. "Brother Gao, you were in the military, weren't you?"
"Yes." Gao Qiang nodded, silently adding three words in his heart: special forces.
"And he can beat more than a hundred of you?" Cao Rui raised his brows dismissively. "Just piling people on him would be enough to crush him. I've never believed in this whole one-man-versus-a-hundred thing. A hundred of you... could you take Tyson?"
Gao Qiang actually agreed with Cao Rui. What he had learned were killing techniques. He did not need a hundred versions of himself; ten would be enough to guarantee Tyson's death. The question was how many of his own side would survive.
But compared with Feng Jun... that was simply an entirely different system of power, all right?
Still, there were things he could not say outright. He could only give an awkward laugh. "You'd have to be able to pin him down first, wouldn't you?"
"Oh?" Cao Rui was interested. Back in school, he and Feng Jun had practiced sanda for a few days, purely for fun. Their wins and losses had been about even, though Cao Rui felt he had won slightly more often.
He had heard that Feng Jun's footwork was pretty good now, and that piqued his interest. "How about it, Boss Feng... want to