"A red card warning once,"
Xia Feng silently landed on the ground and walked leisurely towards the man with his hands in his pockets. The spade symbol on his face morphed into a smiley face, and he bent forward slightly, his tone full of provocation,
"Care to go again? This time I won't fight back~"
The gaunt man's face suddenly darkened.
"Interesting, since you wish to die, I shall oblige."
He patted his sleeve, stood up, spat a clot of blood onto the ground, and pointed at Xia Feng, coldly staring at the bartender, "Mino, I want to challenge this fool, 100 to 20!"
"Wait a second," Xia Feng quickly interjected.
The gaunt man twisted his neck and sneered, "Those are the rules; you have no right to refuse."
"Is that so?" Xia Feng looked at the bartender quizzically, "What if I want to challenge with higher stakes? Is that not allowed either?"
