As he spoke, Chen Zhang held out his hand.
"This... this place seems a little too cramped to fight." Zhang Yang glanced around the emergency stairwell and said hesitantly.
"It's fine. We're just lending each other a hand and exchanging a few moves." Chen Zhang spoke dismissively.
"Just a few simple moves?" Zhang Yang confirmed again. "No matter who wins or loses?"
"A man keeps his word. Come on!" Chen Zhang said with a smile, extending his hand.
A moment later, dust flew through the stairwell.
A figure rolled down the stairs.
"You all right?"
Zhang Yang poked his head out and asked.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" The figure at the bottom of the stairs got to his feet and dusted himself off. His eyes were filled with nothing but excitement and incomparable delight. "Hahaha, that was satisfying. It's been way too long since I had a fight that satisfying."
Chen Zhang took the stairs two at a time and went back up.
"Brother, you've probably heard my name from Li Xingyu—Chen Zhang!" He took the initiative to offer his hand. "I want you as a friend."
"Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang shook his hand. "You don't even know what kind of person I am or where I come from, yet you want to be friends?"
"Doesn't matter." Chen Zhang shook his head. "When I make friends, I don't care about their background or whether they have money. As long as they suit my taste, that's enough. I think you suit my taste quite well, so I want you as a friend!"
Zhang Yang could hear the boundless confidence and backing behind those words.
Only someone with a family background like his probably had the right to say that he did not care about another person's origins or strength.
"Um... Brother