At this moment, a young man from the Zhuo Family suddenly snorted, "Choose five people to come out, one-on-one in a relay battle. The family that stands last wins. The losing side must kneel on the ground, shout 'grandpa' three times, and then get lost at once, no longer coveting the remaining market share."
Feng Wu's expression stiffened. Losing and having to kowtow and such he could accept, but staking market share, that he couldn't decide on his own.
Seeing Feng Wu's hesitation, Zhuo Hangjun sneered coldly, "Scared? What's with all this bluster then? Cowards!"
"I..." Feng Wu really wanted to take the bet, but after all, he didn't have that kind of authority.
For a moment, the momentum on the Feng Family's side diminished.
But quickly, Feng Lingxue spoke up directly, "Fine, let's bet that way. If you lose, hurry up and scram; don't be an eyesore here."
When Feng Wu saw Feng Lingxue agreed, he immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Alright, then let's fight until you call grandpa!"
