As Mo Han's robe fluttered while kicking the Demon Chief off the stage, the referee had no choice but to declare Mo Han the winner.
Below the stage was a silent hush, followed by a frenzy of complaints.
"I protest! Boss He, are you deliberately setting us up?"
"Exactly! When else does Demon Chief get diarrhea if not now? It must be your doing!"
"Refund! Refund!"
Boss He furrowed his brows, his face suddenly turning awkward.
He, like everyone else, believed that Demon Chief had suddenly felt unwell, suffering from diarrhea, which led to his loss to Mo Han.
He lifted his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and then spoke coldly, "My friends, I, He Fang, always deal with matters in a straightforward way and don't like to play games."
"Today, Demon Chief indeed lost the bet because he was unwell; it was not my intention."
"Believe it or not, that's your choice, but I've said my piece!"
"Moreover, the competition is not over yet! My friends, there's still more to come!"
