Wang Zhan watched as she looked ready to explode, but he calmly sat in the driver's seat.
With a BANG, he slammed the car door shut, then lifted his head to look at her, his expression even colder than the woman's had been.
"Now, move to the other side. You're so tough, aren't you? Come on, let me see what you've got. Trying to scare me with your first-place finish in the Martial Arts Academy competition? If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm a pushover."
Wang Zhan said coolly. He had considered this possibility before, merely hoping to avoid it.
Now that the woman had called his bluff, he knew he couldn't avoid competing. He might as well lay his cards on the table. As long as he didn't personally fight, acting as a field commander would be no problem.
The woman's imposing chest heaved continuously, her eyebrows shot up, and she glared as if she wanted to skewer Wang Zhan with her eyes.
Wang Zhan looked at her without any change in expression.
