"Competition?"
The three of them were interested, especially Zhang Zixin, whose eyes lit up.
"I heard some rumors. It seems that newcomers like us also have a spot to participate in the martial arts competition."
"Then we need to send Brother Lin." Zhang Peng said.
"He's the best in our group. He's certainly more than capable of taking out the guys from other precincts."
"Don't think about it. I'm just here to inform you." Li Xianghui said.
"You three look quite presentable, you could serve as the face of the event."
"Are you suggesting I be a decorative piece?" Zhang Zixin said unabashedly:
"I'm perfect for that role. Born beautiful, I can't deny it. I'm just suited to be a vase."
"Stop, stop, stop. I'm eating. Don't make me vomit," Zhang Peng complained.
"Believe it or not, I'll kick you to death."
Li Xianghui smiled. "Alright, I'm just informing you guys. Let's eat first."
