Ye Feng looked at Carlos indifferently. On Carlos's forehead, beads of cold sweat continued to stream down, then he showed a faint smile on his face: "Mr. Ye Feng, it seems there's some misunderstanding between us. I now declare you the champion of this Light Boxing Association tournament, and you can appoint any member to be the president.
Let's just settle this matter. I heard you people from Dragon Country like to drink tea. I have some top-quality tea here. Let's sit down, have some tea, and have a good chat. Let's pretend today's events never happened. What do you think?"
Ye Feng looked at Carlos calmly and said, "Didn't you say that whoever has the strongest power gets to decide? Didn't you say you are domineering? I've also said it before, today you will die, did you really think I was joking with you?"
