"Hmph! What's wrong with being an uncle? He's still better than that dumb giant of yours!" Zhao Ling'er said with her hands on her hips.
"You brat, I'll let you have your little moment of triumph, but wait until I deal with you later!" Liang Xiaoling sneered.
"Who's afraid of whom? It's just a game, right? Come on! If I'm scared, I won't carry the Zhao name!" Zhao Ling'er declared confidently.
"Cut the crap! I'm asking you, where did the other five people go?" Liang Xiaoling demanded.
"To deal with a bunch of pigs like you, do we even need six people? My boyfriend alone can take you down!" Zhao Ling'er boasted.
"Hmph! Remember you said that. If you lose and try to deny it later, see how I'll take care of you!" Liang Xiaoling threatened.
"Would I lose? Don't make me laugh!" Zhao Ling'er retorted.
"Uncle, huh? I'm asking you, are you sure you want to represent this dead brat, Zhao Ling'er, and play a match against me?" Liang Xiaoling said with a cold laugh.
