Yang Fei recoiled as if he had seen a ghost, repeatedly backing away to dodge the chubby woman's salty hand, his face turning pale from fright.
"Sister, I have a wife, and she's a real tigress. If she sees us like this, I'm done for."
The chubby woman disdainfully spat at Yang Fei, hands on her hips.
"What a spineless man. Who is your wife? Let me handle it for you, sister."
"A man should man up. Don't tell me you can't get it up."
As she spoke, the chubby woman couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei's pants, then licked her lips, looking ravenous.
Henry watched from the side, unwittingly recalling that earth-shattering drunken peanut Yang Fei had flicked before.
The more he watched, the more he found it amusing, seeing such a top-tier expert being terrified by a woman.
Just as Yang Fei was tangled up with the chubby woman, the situation on the arena shifted once again.
In the previous match, the master battling Long Hai inexplicably fell off the stage, dying on the spot.
