While the handsome Wu Nianhua was deep in thought, the previously shoved young man with yellow hair suddenly shouted:
"Damn… you softies from Capital City lost the match, and now you think a single bottle of drink will make us forgive you? Where in the world does it work like that? If you want our forgiveness, there are twenty-one of us here, each should down a bottle, then we'll consider it. Otherwise, as per our agreement, wherever our people appear, you'll have to keep your distance."
As the words of the yellow-haired youngster fell, a group of flamboyantly dressed men and women behind him immediately echoed in unison. Evidently, having just arrived, they had suffered exclusion from the second-generation circles of Capital City, and now, seizing the opportunity to vent, they all stood tall and arrogant.
