The battle was on the verge of breaking out.
"Uh, Brother Zhan, I'll treat you to an erotic massage later, so please go easy on me, okay?" Lin Hai nodded and bowed as he spoke.
"Shameless!"
Zhan Wuchen snorted coldly. So many people yearned for a match with him and had suffered losses, yet this trash Lin Hai had the audacity to attempt to bribe him with an erotic massage to avoid the fight.
He decided he would no longer hold back, and would unleash his full strength to quickly and decisively end the battle, teaching the other party a harsh lesson.
Suddenly, a fist wind approached.
"Damn it, if you don't want an erotic massage, fine, but why start so brutally?"
Lin Hai quickly tucked in his neck, barely and seemingly just managing to dodge the attack.
"Huh? He actually dodged it?" Zhan Wuchen was slightly surprised.
But when he saw Lin Hai wipe the sweat from his forehead and put on a sighing expression, he suddenly realized and muttered, "Shitty luck!"
