Jiang Xu nibbled on a piece of pickled cucumber.
Well, it tasted good.
Slightly spicy, cool and refreshing.
After he finished, he then asked Jiang Xiaoyan, "What did he just say?"
Jiang Xiaoyan's eyes flashed with a deadly aura, "The ignorant fool said if you don't agree to duel with him, he will make sure you can't leave this city alive."
"Oh," Jiang Xu said calmly, "I'm so scared."
Jiang Xiaoyan suddenly laughed, "You could at least pretend a little to give him some face."
Jiang Xu burst into laughter, "Can't pretend even a bit."
The man didn't understand what Jiang Xu was saying, but he knew he was being mocked.
He suppressed the urge to turn hostile on the spot.
He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Zhou Qingyue was the woman he had been eyeing for a long time, and he was determined to have her.
Anyone who competed with him for her would not meet a good end.
"Leave this matter to me," Jiang Xiaoyan said, taking out his phone and dialing a number.
