"Hey, brother, come up and have a spar."
The muscle men, seeing Chu Yan's face and his refined temperament, looked even more ferocious.
They rubbed their hands together, preparing to 'show him a thing or two.'
The rest of the audience started to jeer, all taking delight in the misfortune.
They didn't think Chu Yan was capable of defeating the boxers; they just saw him as a pretty boy with no strength.
"What's the use of just having a good-looking face? He's just all talk."
"I thought he was quite handsome just now, but I didn't expect him to say that. Instant turn-off."
"If you're capable, then get up there, why just run your mouth?"
Amidst the crowd's murmurs, Qin Zhao winked at Chu Yan and gestured for him to go for it.
"Go, hubby! I believe in you!"
When Chu Yan gets beaten up later, she'll applaud him with both hands and feet!
The corner of Chu Yan's mouth twitched.
He actually took off his suit jacket and calmly started to roll up his sleeves.