The First Heir

“F*ck! How dare a barbaric loser like you ask me to apologize?!”

The man who grabbed Hans’ collar looked angry. He clenched his fist, waved it in front of Hans, and said, “Brat! Look at my fist. I can easily beat you to the ground!”

After saying that, he looked at his friends around him with a smile and said smugly, “Look, this is a loser from the East. Hahaha, watch howl beat him to his knees until he begs for mercy!”

The people around also raised the drinks in their hands and cheered. “Yeah, Charlie, f*ck him up!”

“Knock him out and throw him into the toilet! Hahaha!”

“Charlie! Go on! Beat him up! Show him the savagery and charm of Western men!”

At once, the cheers of the crowd completely drowned the place.

by the collar, turned around, squeezed his

he smashed his fist

Bang!

also threw a punch

covered in blood. After staggering a few steps, he fell to the

silent! All

jaws dropped open as their eyes went wide. They held their heads and shouted like lunatics, “Oh,

Stand up

What’s wrong with that kid? He

tugged at his collar, glanced coldly at the foreigners who were watching and shouting, and said angrily, “I’m not a loser of the East! Please

“F*cker! You’re seeking death!”

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