They've started a fight and she's the stakes? Whoever wins takes her? What nonsense!
Bullshit! She's not some object to be wagered on! Damn that Third Young Master Jun.
The two men in the center of the stage locked eyes, sparks flying vigorously through the air, their animosity palpable.
Shang Jingchen was the first to strike. His punch aimed at Third Young Master Jun's head was filled with pure resentment. His fist tore through the air with such force that it seemed inevitable there would soon be bloodshed.
Ye Lu's heart tightened.
She'd seen Shang Jingchen in fights at a bar before. He was ruthless. Clearly experienced, and that's why he'd confidently accepted the challenge.
As for Third Young Master Jun, she had only ever seen him shoot. His marksmanship was excellent, but she had no idea what his hand-to-hand skills were like.
She was holding her breath now, nervously watching the two men in the center of the stage.
