"Dude, don't you feel embarrassed with those words sprayed on your T-shirt?"
Su Yue didn't return to the West Martial Waiting Area but instead sat directly next to Bai Xiaolong.
Bai Xiaolong helped Su Yue sit down and immediately asked.
"Nonsense, of course, it's embarrassing. No idea how others will judge me."
Su Yue sat down, rubbing his arms.
Damn, almost broke.
"Then why bother? You could have worn him out a bit and left. Anyways, Mu Cheng is no match for Meng Yang."
Bai Xiaolong continued.
"What do you know? This is a tactic, giving Meng Yang a psychological hint.
"Hints given verbally are easily forgotten. Having words sprayed on a T-shirt, not everyone would do it, so it'll leave a deep impression on Meng Yang and constantly remind him.
"Because of these few words, he might hesitate and be indecisive, which gives Mu Cheng a slight chance.
"I have no choice. Facing Mu Cheng, theoretically, Meng Yang will do all he can to defeat Mu Cheng quickly.
