Fan Shiqi's voice came, and everyone saw his strong enough muscles.

"Come on! Let's start the competition!"

Fan Shiqi said heroically.

"Please wait a moment, I'm sorry for asking a question."

The old man walked up and asked Fan Shiqi: "How many laps can you run?"

When Fan Shiqi saw that the old man had delayed their race, he felt a little impatient. However, in order not to let his impression in front of the two beauties collapse, he replied: "It depends on how long the track is. I can run five or six laps for a thousand meters!"

"Is it only five or six laps per thousand meters?"

The old man's face clearly showed a look of disappointment, and he turned around and looked at Lin Xuan: "Young man, it seems that he is not worthy of being your opponent."

His extremely straightforward words almost made Lin Xuan laugh.

Fan Shiqi's face suddenly became gloomy and he said angrily: "Hey! What do you mean? Do you think I will lose to him?"

"good."

The old man nodded: "He can run ten laps in the outer circle of this community, can you?"
Chapter completed!