Lei Lao Hu's wife shook her head continuously, sneering over and over, "Give it a rest, you're just embarrassed because we exposed you. People like you, I've seen too many, worse than garbage."
Her son clapped his hands, "Exactly, I think all three of you are garbage, no, three big pieces of trash. You'll never be our match. Be careful, who knows, at the first or second obstacle—"
"My parents and I might just toss you into the water."
Lei Lao Hu also shook his head, "Every year there's a new oddity, but this year's particularly large. You three better get lost, sticking around you'll only get crushed by me."
He lifted his two thick fists, squeezed hard, and produced a crackling sound.
Huo Qiang's family, though somewhat afraid, still puffed out their chests, their faces showing a resolute and tragic determination.
Shen Zhou looked on, quite moved.
The host came over to them again.
