Chapter 305: West Eight, Your Uncle!

"Asshole!"

Park Changyong's face was extremely unsightly, "Qin Chuan, I didn't bet with you... Even if you won, it doesn't count!"

"He couldn't release my Acupoint, so Hai City TCM Industry should be the loser!"

"Go fuck your ancestor!" Qin Chuan slapped the bastard to the ground, and questioned him from a position of authority, "You said it yourself, the challenge was to the Hai City TCM Industry, so am I not part of Hai City TCM?"

"You piece of shit, I'm asking you one last time, are you sticking to your promise or not?"

Qin Chuan's tone was icy cold and domineering!

There was no other reason than simply finding the bastard unbearable!

"Go fuck..."

"Ugh... Ack..."

Just when Park Changyong was about to curse back, his foul mouth was sealed shut by a kick, forcing him to make gurgling noises from his throat, expressing his intense dissatisfaction.

"Go fuck!"