Zhao Youyi couldn't answer for Shi Hao, so she just looked at Shi Hao.
"Sure." Shi Hao accepted the challenge. "If I win, just a single slap on your face will do."
These words filled Liu Huafeng with even more anger—you actually want to slap me?
Fine, I'll first defeat you and slap your face, then make you kneel to lose face again.
"Let's start!" he said with a stern face.
Zhao Youyi took them to a small room where many wooden racks were placed, each holding several raw stones, totaling around a hundred.
She did not dismiss others, merely prevented them from entering the room, so everyone stayed outside to watch the battle.
After all, the final result needed to be spread by everyone.
"One day, one raw stone, highest bidder wins," Zhao Youyi reiterated the rules, "During the selection, you can keep only one stone, or you'll be considered to have lost."
