"Elder Brother Mu, what did you say?"
The club was noisy, and Liu Zijian hadn't heard Lin Mu clearly.
Lin Mu said, "The shorter one is going to win."
Liu Zijian looked up at the stage. A tall fighter and a short one were trading blows, their movements incredibly fast. The tall man was at least two meters tall and powerfully built, his punches carrying immense force. In contrast, the other fighter was barely 1.6 meters tall and quite frail; he was already injured.
"Pfft, what do you know, kid? Although that Hai Feng is also a champion with ninety-nine consecutive wins, how can he compare to Wu Hao? Forget physique and strength; Wu Hao has defeated countless experts. Betting on him is a guaranteed win."
"This kid doesn't know a thing. Let's just watch the match."
A few people nearby scoffed at Lin Mu's remark.
Lin Mu didn't bother to explain; he just smiled.
Liu Zijian, however, trusted Lin Mu completely.
On the third floor, a cold smirk played on Fang Ziming's lips.
