"Master, it seems the Huaxia people don't want to cause trouble, so they've offered prey. They are smart. As long as the lion-bull eats the prey, there won't be any commotion."
The middle-aged man chuckled lightly. Huaxia people, they're really nothing special. Well, they are on someone else's turf now, so they have to be a bit cautious.
Then.
With a loud bang.
With a crack, the cup in the middle-aged man's hand fell and shattered on the ground.
He opened his mouth wide.
Then he rubbed his eyes, finding it unbelievable, he said, "McAfee, did I see it wrong? That, that, that chicken—knocked the lion-bull down?"
The servant next to him also rubbed his eyes and swallowed: "Master, it might not just be knocked down, what's the deal with that chicken?"
Outside the arena, it was getting even more lively.
The Huaxia Bodyguard Team, which had been worried about causing a fuss, also had their mouths wide open, looking at this scene in disbelief.
