"You! You!" Zhou Yao, holding his face that Liu Chen had injured, shouted loudly, "Just you wait."
He got up from the ground and staggered out of Liu Chen's courtyard.
Li Wenshan watched Zhou Yao's retreating figure and said to Liu Chen with some concern, "Zhou Yao is not someone to be trifled with. His family is very wealthy, and I heard they keep quite a few toughs. Messing with him could lead to trouble later."
Liu Chen laughed it off, "Even if I don't mess with him, do I have any less trouble?"
"Xueting, go pour some tea," Liu Chen instructed Lin Xueting, who went into the house, while Liu Chen and Li Wenshan took a seat on the stone stools in the courtyard.
"What did the third senior brother want to talk about?"
"The selection competition has ended and in a few days, we will embark on our journey to the venue of the martial arts conference. Is junior brother prepared?"
"There's not much to prepare for. Do you have any advice, third senior brother?"
