When Mo Xie looked at him, the old muscle man smirked: "You're not afraid?"
Mo Xie smirked at him as well: "Why should I be?"
The old muscle man chuckled: "Good, kids should at least have that massive guts, eh?"
Mo Xie nodded his head: "Yes, it's good that you youngsters have that much bravery."
The old muscle man felt speechless for a while before he laughed: "Haha, to think I'll be called a kid someday, you sure have it in you brat."
Mo Xie then looked at his back: "Qiqi, see, you're still being called a brat at such fine age now."
Ha Qiqi felt rather speechless to be included in their banter, but she didn't respond and still put her guards up.
Mo Xie then looked at the old man, he placed his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, and placed his chin on it: "So, what's your purpose for doing all this?"
