So, they were here to pick a fight?
Ji Zhiyao's expression turned cold. Not mentioning exactly how upsetting it was for an internet-addicted youth to have his wonderful tag team match to be interrupted, next, there was totally nothing between him and Xing Chuxue. Yet, he was being provoked by some brainless guys.
Some bits of hair before his forehead fell, and the look in his eyes was no longer harmless. "Are you done seeing now? Can you leave already?"
"You're rather rude and unreasonable."
The boy on the left leaned on the door frame, probably thinking that his pose was incomparably cool, dazzling, mad, domineering, and smug, particularly full of the manner of tyrannical CEO. "I heard you're quite good at Heroes. Do you dare to play a solo match with me?"
This person seemed to know quite a lot.
