Du Yu took out a plastic jar from his bag, put the white flower inside, and screwed the lid tight.
"Don't run! Our fight isn't over yet!" Fan Changhong shouted angrily. Maybe because there were soldiers around, his words and actions were all very proper.
"But I don't want to fight anymore."
Fan Changhong's face darkened with anger: "You think you can just quit when you want? You just shot me from behind with an arrow!"
Du Yu: "Don't make a fuss, you were the one who stopped me first and threw the first punch."
Fan Changhong's face turned ashen: "You!"
Du Yu just grinned, because with soldiers watching, the guy didn't dare cuss, so now he couldn't even string a sentence together? Just spitting out random words?
Du Yu: "How about you bring your mom over here, maybe then you'll speak more smoothly?"
Fan Changhong was shaking with rage, his face flushed red: "If I lose, this Demon Soldier in my hand is yours!"
