"I, I will say." Wuyuan cried bitterly, nodding, and looked towards the audience, hoarsely saying, "The people of Huaxia, the people of Huaxia are all my grandfathers."
"Louder!" Ye Qiu barked, stomping and crushing one of Wuyuan's fingers.
"Ah!!!"
Wuyuan let out a miserable scream, the intense pain left him speechless, his face reddened as he strained for some time, crying out, "The people of Huaxia are all my grandfathers! Grandfather! Grandfather!"
"Hey! Thief Sun, very obedient!"
"Grandson, why are you crying, don't cry!"
"Thief Sun~ you got beaten so badly, but grandfather doesn't feel sorry at all, hahaha!"
The audience around the arena burst into laughter.
Below the ring.
Seeing Wuyuan's miserable state and hearing the audience's mocking laughter, a group of second generations also wanted to laugh, but with Zhao Wenhua in front of them, they could only hold it in, not daring to laugh out loud.
"Pfft!" Bai Hao couldn't hold it in, and laughed out loud.
