Silhouetted figures bustled around the huge bonfire, as the men, unwilling to miss the chance to show off, stepped forward eagerly to speak.
"Now, I announce, the 117th fireworks festival on the island is officially starting..."
"Huh? Why do you get to announce it?"
"I hate self-righteous people the most, all of you step aside and let me do it!"
"Whoever pushed me, do you have a death wish? Step up and apologize now, and I might forgive you with just one punch."
Yan Xiaye, initially worried, watched these guys argue back and forth, but slowly realized they were used to these kinds of things. The way they threw punches and kicks didn't seem all that serious, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the clear, bright moonlight, people gathered around the bonfire, laughing loudly, while the ladies dressed lightly and danced together. Whistles and cheers arose one after another, creating a lively and chaotic scene.
"Raise a glass, to the victor of tonight's duel!"
