Qin Hao nodded slightly, smiling as he said, "I just think that Qin Hao is not as weak as you say."
"Heh, if he's not that weak, would he dare come out and fight me?" the servant boasted arrogantly.
He assumed that Qin Hao was not here, which is why he dared to speak this way.
At this moment, Qin Hao stood up, sighed, and said, "Since you invite me to a fight, I oblige, even though fighting a servant is beneath my status."
"I want to fight Qin Hao, what does this have to do with you?" The servant frowned slightly, not reacting for a moment.
But soon, he showed an astonished expression, staring at Qin Hao in disbelief, and asked, "You are Qin Hao?"
"Genuine, no fakes."
Qin Hao admitted his identity, a playful smile on his face.
The face before him gradually overlapped with the portrait he had once seen.
At this moment, the servant's face looked as if he had eaten something vile.
He finally understood why this person before him looked so familiar.
