"That's not your dick, is it?"
"Ha? What the fuck are you on about?"
Zhao Laohu turned around. Without even looking at the Flamboyant Vermillion Tiger Sect Young Master's face, he let the bodies wrapped in bandages fall to the ground.
"Remember our talk?"
"Did you come to expedite our fight? I'm fine with that."
"Remind me of your name?"
"The fuck did you just say?"
"Mmm..." Zhao scratched his head as he chuckled nervously. "I kind of... Forgot."
"There's no fucking way you would. Is this some type of joke?"
Zhao pressed his lips together as he looked away.
"Hin." The Young Master muttered reluctantly. "Hin Shou."
"Ohhh! Yes, yes... That rings a bell. It does, it does!"
"STOP FUCKING ACTING LIKE THAT!!"
"Haha!" Zhao tapped the side of his head. "I'm in a good mood, what can I say?"
"So you were in a good mood and decided to settle this sooner, huh? Suits me right?"
