Qu Tong arrived at the free arena and could hear the arrogant boasting of Fei Wenxing from a distance, "Wen the Japanese Melon, just wait, I will definitely beat you into a pile of shit later."
Qu Tong paused, put a hand to her forehead, and wasn't too keen on watching.
But remembering that Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao had provided her with quite a lot of useful information, she still walked over.
Otherwise, these two big mouths might really end up beaten into a pile of shit.
Wen Zong was not to be outdone, his voice loud as he retorted, "You little scrub, you're not scared of spraining your tongue with all that big talk. Seems like you've forgotten who was beaten and left crying by our Brother Ye last time."
Fei Wenxing grew agitated at the mention of last time, "Psh~ A bunch of cowards. You can't win without calling for help. If my big brother were here, it's not certain who would be the one left crying and rolling on the ground."
