When Luo Ye and Shao Bo arrived at the training ground, they happened to see Xiao Long being slammed hard to the ground by Zhao Qianqian. He struggled up a few times, then finally collapsed flat, clearly completely drained by Zhao Qianqian even before this.
"Wah, wah, wah…" The watching soldiers gave an enthusiastic round of applause, not the least bit stingy.
Li's face was as black as Judge Bao's, and he shot Xiao Long a furious glare, hating the iron for not becoming steel, then turned and walked toward Shao Bo and Luo Ye.
"Li, if you're not convinced, you and I can have a go," Zhao Qianqian shouted at his back.
"Hahaha…"
That instantly blew the lid off the place. Black-faced, bull-tempered Li, the one who always acted all high and mighty, actually had to eat dirt for once? The onlooking soldiers were doubled over with laughter, completely losing even the tiniest shred of image.
