"I, Ying Qingfeng, apologize to you! I underestimated you! Indeed, I am a small-minded man! You... you've won! I'm sorry!" Ying Qingfeng gritted out each word, his voice seemed to be roaring with rage. His eyes were bloodshot, teetering on the edge of bleeding.
Utter humiliation!
Ying Qingfeng, a princely figure, had suffered extreme humiliation today!
Moreover, this defeat had left a shade of shadow in his unassailable martial arts mindset. To dispel this shadow, he had to take down the person who cast it!
He must personally kill Huang Xiaolong!
"Are you... satisfied now?" A weird gurgling sound erupted from Ying Qingfeng's throat, "Are you satisfied now?"
"Well, it's not too bad." Huang Xiaolong replied in unabashed mirth.
"Fine, suit yourself. The martial arts convention is next, and I hope you don't chicken out. I'll make sure we have a good time then." Ying Qingfeng shot Huang Xiaolong an icy stare, then, trembling, returned to his own seat.
