For some reason, Fang Heng just saw Xu Qinglang's displeasure and said, "Friend, you are a bit... Uh... Let's fight!" Xu Qinglang looked at him coldly, "Friend, I advise you not to seek death." Fang Heng's temper suddenly rose, "What a coincidence, I like to seek death."
Intention: the role of identity and strength