Lin Shuangniao laughed in anger, her eyes red and filled with malice as she spoke, "Outrageous! A worthless person who's never even trained dares to spout such big talk, do you think Rush hasn't lost enough face yet!"
"In that case, I'll grant your wish. Do you dare to bet against me?"
Rong Zhi answered blandly.
Ying Hengyu was taken aback, "Third Brother, this has nothing to do with you, you don't need to..."
"He already agreed, Young Master Ying won't back out, right?" Lin Shuangniao clutched her faintly aching abdomen and laughed sinisterly.
Ying Hengyu exploded instantly, "You... damn..."
"No," Rong Zhi said, pulling on Ying Hengyu's clenched arm, his black eyes glinting coldly, "What do you want to bet on?"
Lin Shuangniao's eyes roamed over Rong Zhi, "The loser voluntarily leaves the club, and must kneel in front of the winner on the track and call him grandpa!"
