Did Qin Wu fail to grab the check? Was the wind too strong? Neither. He just wanted to humiliate Chen Yang.
His most capable subordinate had been killed, and his earlier confidence now felt like a slap in the face. The formidable Fighting King of the Northern Desert, for the sake of the bigger picture, had to forcefully suppress the rage in his heart.
But ultimately, he couldn't contain it completely.
He had paid the money from the bet, one way or another. Whether Chen Yang took it, and how he took it, was now his problem.
Qin Wu looked at Chen Yang, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
Chen Yang smiled back, meeting his gaze.
For a moment, the luxurious private room fell into a strange, heavy silence.
「At the same time.」
Since the subsequent matches had not yet begun, the patrons ordered drinks and fruit platters, sitting in small groups to discuss the incredibly exciting fight that had just concluded.
