C98

Yang Hua had never suffered so much in his life, but Zhong Ming's speed was too fast. He was no match for him, so staying any longer would only be a loss.

At this moment, Yang Hua was sitting on the edge of the sports field and gulping down a few mouthfuls of mineral water. Then, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Xiao Cheng, it's Yang Hua