Under his imposing surveillance, the scene had become extremely awkward—Zhang Taihua simply didn't dare to continue his battle with Lin Xu while being watched.
Impatient, Lin Xiao then threatened:
"Either fight him now, or take us both on in a mixed doubles, your choice."
Zhang Taihua looked incredulous:
"How do I know you won't attack me while I fight him?"
Lin Xiao said furiously:
"Are you questioning me?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the anger on his face vanished, replaced with a smile, as he waved his hand, ordering his troops to attack:
"You guessed it right, that's exactly what I was thinking!"
After speaking, he turned to Lin Xu and said:
"You don't mind if I interrupt your duel with him, do you?"
Lin Xu crossed his arms and laughed:
"Of course, I don't mind. It's a melee anyway. As long as he loses, I win."
"Fuck!"
Zhang Taihua looked humiliated, pointing at the two of them, unable to squeeze a word out for a long time.
