"Hey, Brother Mo, are you a tiger, are you done?" Bo Jiu shifted, moving away from their intimate stance skillfully. "Even if you bite me, I'll have to force you to receive treatment." Bo Jiu poked his right hand. "There shouldn't be any flaws to this perfection, how are you going to catch criminals in the future?"
"You use your brains to catch criminals, not your hands." Qin Mo glanced at the youngster, the fallen strands of his hair looking extra ravishing. "I won't miss the National League this time. You don't have to say anymore, understand?"
Bo Jiu nodded. "So let's make some concessions, you head over to America for treatment and I'll fight the first few matches, making sure we reach the semifinals. I won't lose and I won't let Supreme Alliance lose."
Qin Mo didn't respond.
