"Huaxia people?"
A few muscular men, upon seeing Xiao Tian, couldn't help but voice out loudly, especially with a tone full of mockery.
This kind of guy dares to compete with them for girls? Isn't that courting death?
This was a dim corner of the hotel. Fruit peels were strewn about, and the town's usual idlers gathered here, sipping on cheap wine. They liked to work out here, sweating profusely, or show off their muscles in front of beautiful women, hoping for some romantic encounters.
Objectively speaking, although the Xiao Tian in front wasn't exactly skinny, and his muscles were well-defined, he still seemed somewhat inferior compared to these well-trained gym enthusiasts.
In this small corner, many of the muscle-bound boxing enthusiasts couldn't stand the sight of Melinda, such a stunning beauty, clinging to this not-so-brawny Huaxia guy.
In their impressions, weren't Huaxia people those who wore braids, smoked opium, and were called the Sick Man of East Asia?
