Ye Xingguang sat confidently: "No worries, if we lose, I'll take my son to the hospital myself and won't hold it against you. Of course, just like you said, there's no holding back in the competition. If my son can't control his strength and someone loses an arm or a leg, don't think of blaming him. It's best for everyone to sign a life-and-death contract before the competition."
Once Ye Xingguang said this, everyone looked intrigued. If a life-and-death contract was signed, then what was there to worry about?
"The Family Head is wise. He set the rule that life and death are determined by fate in a competition, and wealth is destined. Everyone participating must sign
the life-and-death contract first. The four of you, please!"
Little Mo Yinhe strutted arrogantly, first to grab the pen and with a flourish of his small hand, signed his name on the life-and-death contract, the handwriting as stylish and imposing as could be.
