Mr. Gibson raised an eyebrow and said, "What else? You think I'm joking with you again?"
Not far away, I could hear Molly Byron also hurriedly shouting, "Yes, just hit him! It's him who instigated it!"
Mr. Gibson snorted lightly, pointed at me, and said, "I'll be waiting for you on the ring."
After dropping these words, Mr. Gibson turned around and walked towards the ring.
"No need," I said indifferently.
"It's just a matter of minutes, there's no need to go on the ring. It's too much trouble," I remarked.
As I spoke, I knew a Fifth-rank Inner Strength expert wasn't qualified to compete against me.
However, Mr. Gibson thought I was chickening out.
He turned around and laughed, "It seems that you are quite self-aware. Fine, let's do as you say."
Afterwards, Mr. Gibson quickly walked towards me. He rubbed his fists, sneered, and said, "Today, I..."
"Bang!"
Before Mr. Gibson could finish, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped him across the face!
