Zhang Han was enraged but he couldn't let it trigger or else, he'd be more of a laughingstock.
Despite the jeers echoing around him, he kept a straight face despite his face turning red and pretended not to hear it.
"I see. We're going to play pretend deaf. Don't worry, I'm a gentleman. Let me help you with this, brother." Xu Qi's voice spread throughout the arena but despite smiling, there was a dark and mischievous glint beneath it.
He took a step forward with his hands clasped behind his back like a young scholar. His whole demeanor screamed confidence. The spectators' eyes couldn't help but follow his every move.
"Everyone!" He started, "I must say this. Brother Zhang Han here is no micropenis. Let's not spread misinformation, shall we? He is more than that."
