President Yin left in dejection

"Zhang Yang!"

"I fucking know you're Zhang Yang. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm fucking Zhang Yang. I don't change my name for anyone. Zhang Yang."

"..."

Yin Zhiping stared in bewilderment. This guy was pretty strong, but there was something fucking wrong with his head.

"I'm not asking your name! Who are you?"

"Uh... Zhang Hong and Liu Mei's son!"

"..."

Yin Zhiping seethed. Can you fucking hold a normal conversation or not?

"I'm not asking whose son you are. Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, I'm from Gong City, the son of Zhang Hong and Liu Mei, and the Cheng Family's live-in son-in-law. I'm twenty-five this year."

"..."

Yin Zhiping gave up all hope. Who the fuck asked you to introduce yourself?

"Forget it. I'll deal with you first and ask questions later."

Yin Zhiping shook his head. He had run into a complete fucking moron today. Suddenly, he recalled a comedy sketch called "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow." What the fuck does any of that have to do with anything? This guy can't understand plain speech.

"Heh, heh..."

Standing nearby, Zhang Daoru couldn't help laughing. Zhang Yang was clearly doing it on purpose, enraging Yin Zhiping so that he would attack first and give Zhang Yang an excuse to take him down.

"Ah!"

Anyone who became the Martial Arts Association President in Kyoto naturally had considerable strength, enough to surpass his many competitors. It had been a long time since Zhang Daoru had sparred with Zhang Yang, so he didn't know how strong Zhang Yang had become.

But when Yin Zhiping lunged at him, Zhang Yang remained utterly calm. He countered every move and even found opportunities to strike back. Their exchange left the onlookers dazzled.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Their movements were almost a blur. Fortunately, Zhang Daoru was