"Shh!"
The audience immediately greeted Sang Lai with mocking jeers, fearing that ninety-nine percent of them believed they were staging a sham fight, and a poorly executed one at that. It simply defied common sense because it was just too fake.
Ye Wudao had no time to concern himself with their fragile sensibilities. He and Sang Lai were not on the same level. Ye Wudao, taking action against him, felt it was completely meaningless even to himself.
Ye Wudao stepped down from the ring, supporting the battered Napa Basse as they left, but those blocking his way did not clear a path as agreed, darkening Ye Wudao's expression.
"What's the meaning of this? Have you no sense of reason? Or do you no longer wish to follow the rules?" Ye Wudao said, his voice turning cold.
"You can't take Napa Basse with you. I am his manager," Napa Basse's manager quickly stepped in front of Ye Wudao and said.
