"Compete in what?" Song Yun asked without showing any emotion.
"Of course, martial arts!" the middle-aged man said, "Whoever loses has to kneel down and call the other 'grandfather', how about it?"
"Oh? Call what?" Song Yun asked with a frown.
"Grandfather!"
"Good grandson!" Song Yun replied with a mischievous smile.
"You're looking for trouble!" The middle-aged man was about to explode, but Tang Lin lightly appeared before him and said, "Deputy Leader, don't get upset. He's just a newcomer, no need to get angry with new recruits. Pillar, this is one of our group's deputy leaders, Mr. Lang!!"
"Hmph, does the third group only have a sharp tongue?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Or do you think that gaining the upper hand in words is your victory?"
"Boring!" Song Yun also snorted coldly and turned his head to continue watching the match on the field.
