426 Arena
"Let's practice." In reality, Fang Xi was cautious and careful.
In the Second World, he rarely let himself go.
"Dr. Fang, I've been in contact for a while, asking to send the Spirit Corpse over quickly." The player receiving him hurriedly said, full of flair.
He arrived early, making the responsible welcoming party late, which made him a bit anxious.
But it seemed like he didn't care, enjoying the ostentatious display of walking with an umbrella.
"Brother, you're straightforward, haha!" Male Tyrant laughed heartily, immediately coming over and putting his arm around Fang Xi's shoulder, loudly demanding drinks, instructing his men to spread the word that there would be a gambling match.
Of course, it was just a small affair, not daring to escalate to the system level.
And there was a limit to the amount, otherwise it would alert the system.
Male Tyrant had suffered losses in this regard, fined numerous times, and even detained on several occasions.
