"Fxxk you! Black Devil! Aren't you guys tough? Come on! Show me how tough you are!" Allen Zhang cursed loudly, swearing with each word.
Fatherless, watermelon, fried chicken, plantation owner, cotton picking - all these words were spat out coherently.
With honeyed words that sting the heart, causing psychological blows, it's indescribably low class.
The old Qi People have always had low tolerance, repeating the same few insulting words.
Allen, however, was trained in the Zuan region, not fast with his hands, orphaned.
Black was stunned, never seen someone who could curse like this before.
"As long as any one of you can beat me, this $620 is his! If not, then get your asses back home and pick cotton! From now on, this place is my territory!!"
Allen pulled out a thick roll of Paper Currency, immediately attracting Black who had considered running away.
Staring at that thick roll of green US Dollars, their eyes widened instantly.
