Hit him?
Are you kidding me?!
On hearing Qin Tian's words, Zhao Dahu nearly peed himself in fright. Every night you want me to bring some people over just to beat you up? Am I hearing this right, bro?
"Bro, bro... don't mess with me, how can we ever beat you... If you want to deal with us, just say it... Don't play these tricks..." Zhao Dahu looked at Qin Tian, his face a picture of misery.
"I'm serious. Just for one week, you guys come here punctually every evening to hit me, after that I'll reimburse you for your supper expenses. That's the deal, and if you don't show up, don't blame me for coming after you."
As Qin Tian spoke, he patted Zhao Dahu's shoulder. Zhao Dahu almost cried and could only nod, then left with his men, their faces downcast.
He was baffled in his heart. Are there really such people in the world who ask others to hit them?