"Fighting all at once? Fighting by turns?"
Sneering, Xiao Tianhu turned his eyes and waved to one of his subordinates, "Xiao Meng, since the Qian Clansmen want to find their dignity, you go out and play with them. Let's do one-on-one. We don't want to be laughed at."
All the young mistresses present opened up their eyes. They no longer cared about why Qian Wanguan suddenly became so brave. As long as there was a fight, they—as onlookers—didn't mind if things would be blown out of proportion. If men were injured or killed, those men were not one of theirs. Many young masters also revealed a smile. They badly wished it to become a life-or-death struggle between the Xiao Clan and the Qian Clan.
Jiang Yi glanced at the three people behind him, he smiled. "Do you want to go and play, or should I go?"
"Let me try!"
