"Old Bear, heard you won your first match in B9, congrats."
Flower Bear's face was bruised and swollen, and he lost a front tooth.
"Lost three matches, only to finally win one. This kind of record, really not worth mentioning, a money-losing deal."
Flower Bear wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
So embarrassing.
Losers get no payout, and even have to cover their own medical expenses.
"Don't be discouraged, life has its ups and downs. Although you're pretty weak in B9, at least you won one, not yet rock bottom.
"Just wait until I also enter B9 and beat you, then it'll be rock bottom."
Su Yue chuckled slyly, Flower Bear clenched his teeth.
This spoonful of chicken soup is scalding.
If defeated by a former sparring partner, that'd truly be disgraceful.
"Flower Bear boss, isn't there a chance you'd encounter Bai Zhao in B9 level?
"I hear Bai Zhao's killed over 40 people in the club, and most of those who survived were left disabled. You better be careful!"
