"Are we starting now? Each one doing their part?"
Wu Xian stared at Chen Feng.
"As you wish, you may go first." Chen Feng said.
"I won't be modest then. I'll do Michael's Beat It."
Wu Xian snapped his fingers.
"Good."
Someone behind him responded to Wu Xian.
Very soon, the classic Beat It started playing.
Wu Xian also began his performance.
Honestly, Wu Xian's imitation looked pretty stylish but a bit stiff.
However, for ordinary people, it was already a high-level performance, and shouts and cheers erupted from the crowd from time to time.
When the music stopped, Wu Xian finished his performance with a trendy move.
"Good."
"Brother Xian is badass."
"No complaints about Brother Xian's dance, 666."
Cheers continued. Whether they were flattery or genuine praise, the atmosphere was lively.
"It's your turn."
Wu Xian stood with his arms folded. His arrogance was undeniable.
He was confident that he could crush Chen Feng with his best dance to Beat It.
