Klimton's pose... was way too amateur. Klimton had not reached Wang Zheng, but perhaps because he had used too much force, he tripped and fell on his own, head down onto the ground, right in front of Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng squatted down and said, grinning, "Student Klimton, seems like you already know you're in the wrong. Actually, you just have to apologize. Why the big gesture?"
"F*ck @#&*%..." Klimton cursed and scolded. Even though Wang Zheng couldn't really understand, he guessed that it was probably an Arbiter dialect.
"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson." After speaking, Wang Zheng pressed Klimton's head right onto the ground.
Chi Muye, who was standing by the side, quickly stopped Wang Zheng. "Forget it, let's go."
After a while, Wang Zheng pulled Klimton's head up and dusted it lightly. "Next time you come looking for me, remember to bring more men with you. But you won't be so lucky next time."
