His voice had a somewhat eerie quality, but it wasn't unpleasant. Instead, it carried a unique charm.
"So what?" Fang Hong responded without thinking, "You don't expect me to deliberately lose to you, do you?"
"Is that what you think?"
Rolin couldn't help but laugh.
But as he laughed, he suddenly started coughing violently, bending over in pain.
This startled Fang Hong, who quickly asked, "Are you okay?"
Rolin shook his head, pale-faced, raising a hand to stop him, and then weakly asked, "Does whether I'm okay matter much to you, since I'm your opponent..."
"So what?"
Rolin shook his head and didn't answer.
It took him some effort to straighten up again. Fang Hong, unable to stand by and watch, extended a hand to help him, considering that everyone here, despite possible ties to the Dark Dragon, was just a competitor—out of professional courtesy.
But Rolin was extremely cold, shrugging off his hand with a slight shake, supporting himself by the railing to stand up.
