"Lin Qing, tell me, what do you have to compete with me, huh?"
you don't have any abilities, nor do you have any family background. You're inferior to me in terms of looks, and you're much shorter than me in terms of height. Tell me, what do you have to compete with me? "
"In my eyes, you're nothing but a pile of trash."
Lin Qing felt his heart constrict. He was unwilling to admit these words, but they were the truth. He was not convinced, he was not willing, he was not willing.
"What, you're not willing?"
Lu Anze laughed.
Lin Qing closed his eyes, not willing to speak. The winner was King and the loser was a Bandit. This had always been the case since ancient times.
"You can do whatever you want."
