Singh waved his hand, and someone immediately brought him a pair of boxing gloves. Looking down at Song Xiaodong, he said, "To avoid injuring you, I'll put on these gloves. You don't need to wear any."
Song Xiaodong himself was nearly 180 centimeters tall, which was considered quite tall in China. However, in front of Singh, he seemed rather frail.
Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "That's not necessary. I'm not that easily hurt."
With boxing gloves in hand, Singh squinted his eyes and said, "You mean you don't want me to wear gloves?"
"Exactly!" Song Xiaodong maintained that slight smile on his face.
"Haha... This kid is crazy. Singh's fist can knock over a bull. He can break his bones with one punch. Not letting Singh wear gloves, is he courting death?"
"You Chinese brat, you're simply too arrogant. Our Singh isn't some guy from a boxing ring. His fists are meant to kill. If you don't let him wear gloves, he'll kill you."
