Xu Ke's repeated refusals made the white-haired man increasingly dissatisfied, feeling that this Eastern man in front of him was ungrateful. His heart wanted to teach Xu Ke a lesson.
The white-haired man first took off his vest, revealing a strong upper body. He slapped his chest with his hands like large fans, making a loud sound, then pointed a finger at Xu Ke with a provocative gesture, his face adorned with a challenging smile.
"Xu Ke!" Lin Mengyao looked at the man's posture with some concern and looked at Xu Ke worriedly.
"No worries, give me a moment and I'll take you out." Xu Ke gave Lin Mengyao a reassuring look before turning his attention to the man in front of him.
"I advise you to concede now while you can. He's not like me; he hits harder and is more skilled in fighting. He won't stop until he's broken a few of your bones." The blonde-haired man, holding the vest the white-haired man took off, said to Xu Ke.
