The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"That's not necessarily true! How about I come?" The one speaking was Zhang Yuze, who had come here looking for trouble. How could he give up such a good excuse to pick a fight!

Zhang Yuze's sudden appearance startled the White Tiger Club members because he wasn't wearing a training uniform. Anyone could tell that Zhang Yuze wasn't a member of the White Tiger Club. Since Zhang Yuze was somewhat of a celebrity, some people who had seen him before felt he looked familiar, but they didn't immediately recognize him. They just stood aside, watching the show, because that tall guy was usually too arrogant. They would be happy if someone came out and beat him up.

"You...?" The tall guy looked at Zhang Yuze suspiciously. Although Zhang Yuze looked familiar, the tall guy was sure he didn't seem to recognize him.

"That's right, it's me," Zhang Yuze said with a smile. He jumped onto the stage without any hesitation, and after looking at the guy's physique, which seemed pretty good, he thought, 'How could he miss such a good punching bag?'

"You don't seem to be a member of our club?" The tall guy narrowed his eyes, looking at Zhang Yuze, still somewhat suspicious.

Zhang Yuze smiled faintly, waved his hand, and asked him mockingly, "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

These words really angered the guy. He didn't say anything else, shouted "Looking for death!" and took a step forward with his left foot, roaring as he punched towards Zhang Yuze's face with his right hand.

The punch was indeed fast and swift, and it looked quite impressive, but to Zhang Yuze, this kind of fist technique, purely without any internal strength, was just a showy display, with the suspicion of being good-looking but useless.

Smiling mockingly, Zhang Yuze quickly grabbed the man's arm, and then with a swing, struck him on the forehead.

With a "Bang!" the fist heavily struck the man's face.

The tall guy staggered backward, but Zhang Yuze's attack only enraged him further, and he began to attack Zhang Yuze wildly. However, although the guy's speed seemed very fast, to Zhang Yuze, it was full of flaws. If Zhang Yuze wanted to end the fight, he could easily finish him off with a single move. But Zhang Yuze had come here to cause trouble, and if he ended it so easily, it wouldn't be easy to find another excuse.

However, that's not how the crowd below saw it. In the eyes of the White Tiger Club members, Zhang Yuze was being beaten and had no power to fight back, and was just desperately dodging. Therefore, some White Tiger Club members, standing on the side of their own people, happily applauded. Hearing this, Zhang Yuze sneered inwardly, thinking, 'I'll let them know how ridiculous they are in a moment.' Even that pretty girl, Cai Na, was clapping along, obviously very excited.

But as the tall guy repeatedly missed, his strength gradually ran out. His speed also slowed down, and each punch was no longer as fierce as before, becoming somewhat weak. He was sweating profusely, soaking his whole body. Zhang Yuze was already becoming impatient. He threw a punch, hitting the tall guy's forehead squarely.