"Actually, if you want to add a nasty twist, you could provide a soundtrack."
Zhou Li squatted next to Tang Wan, cradling his hand, and without the pressure of erectile dysfunction, he was chuckling, "When Zhou Yi hits someone you can just beat your chest with your little fists and say in a strained voice, 'Look, it'll definitely add to the show's effect.'"
"There would definitely be an effect."
Nodding, Tang Wan acknowledged with self-awareness, "But most likely I would be punched to death."
"How about a bet?"
"Huh?"
Tang Wan's expression became serious as he asked, "Bet on what?"
"Bet on how many pieces the Deadman's Blade will end up in."
With a sneer, upon hearing Zhou Li's wager, Tang Wan felt assured.
"I bet on an even number."
Zhou Li shrugged and replied, "Then I'll bet on an odd number."
"Is this really okay for you guys?"
