C1297 Zhang Yue's Deathmatch

"You want to fight me?"

Chong Lou grinned and looked at Chung Yue curiously.

"Humph, I want you to understand it yourself."

"A useless person like you is not qualified to have such a beauty."

"You, a trash without status and strength, can't even compare to a finger of mine!"

Chung Yue's words were fierce. On his arrogant face, there was a deep superiority.

In his eyes