"He's such an interesting young man." The God of War of the Chen family had a bright look in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Chang Qing, your brother Han wants to compete with you, don't hold back at night, and give our parents a face."

At this moment, the God of War of the Chen family did not regard Zhang Han as a junior, but as the prince of Tianxia Mountain!

"Mr. Chen, it's too early for you to say that. It's really not certain who will win." Ge Xingkong smiled mysteriously.