Charlson's words apparently stirred the anger of the crowd.
Everyone widened their eyes, looking at him, wishing they could rush forward and give this arrogant guy a good beating.
They are members of the street dance club, and also members of the Feihong Association.
Although they don't possess the qualities of the Dark Wound Association, they are still a group of passionate youth.
How can they hold back?
The boy pointed at by Charlson took a step forward, his stature tall and slender, probably due to practicing street dance, his body was quite muscular.
The boy widened his eyes, made a motion of rolling up his sleeves, and looked ready to fight.
"Oh really? So your dance is terrible, yet you won't admit it? You want to hit the coach?" Charlson wanted to take a step back, but there was a mirror behind him, leaving him no room to retreat. To maintain his aura, he had no choice but to say that.
