At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but hesitate. Just before the match, Chen Fengxiao had already said a lot, and there were insinuations in his words: "Little brother, I arranged for you to play the last two matches, so that you wouldn't win them all. Hehe, please don't win completely and give the Pill Division some face!"
"The face of the Pill Division?" Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but sneer. This face was given by Chen Fengxiao of the Grass Division, not by him. But compared to fifty taels of gold, was the face of the Pill Division important? It didn't seem important, but what about Chen Fengxiao's face?
Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat conflicted, should he win or not? Well, it would depend on whose face was more important: Chen Fengxiao's or the fifty taels of gold's.
