"Damn, I actually lost." Ouyang Qingtian watched as the Barbarian Bull was carried away, smashed his wine glass on the ground with a curse, his face turning grim.
"Hehe… Isn't it just one loss? What's the rush? Black Cyclone can no longer defend the title, and we still have Iron Crocodile. Who do they have left? Other than Black Cyclone, who else can stand toe-to-toe with Iron Crocodile?" Li Yuan sipped his wine lightly, a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Haha... Why didn't I think of that? That's absolutely right." Ouyang Qingtian's face immediately regained excitement upon hearing these words. "That bastard Wang Yuan can just wait to lose. The ten billion is ours."
"Just watch peacefully." Li Yuan sat on the sofa with an indifferent smile.
