Today's competition hadn't started yet, and Zhang Xiaohua was seen leading six burly adult disciples. The unsuspecting Eaglet Hall Disciples were whispering to each other. Zhang Xiaohua, who had sharp ears, could hear their conversations, such as "See that? Told you to quit playing with people, not to kick them around. Look, someone over there must have lost yesterday, and now they've brought more people to find the venue."
"I know what you mean, but before kicking them, shouldn't we at least inquire about their background? See, they have support in their sect, and now we're in trouble."
"Look, I bet it was this young man in front who lost miserably yesterday. Today, he found someone to back him up, afraid he'd take another beating."
"Hurry, find Manager Xu, tell him someone is coming to kick the venue."
"Brother, yesterday you stole a chicken leg in the kitchen. Now they've come to catch you."
Feeling dizzy, Zhang Xiaohua could not help but laugh and cry!
