Xizeer spoke casually, as if he was just making an offhand remark, like a child's joke.
Yousheng's eyes lit up when he heard it. This is good, this is good. Whoever loses gets beaten. With big brother here, there's no way we will lose.
Sha and his people were dumbfounded. What kind of bet is this?
Even though they've all heard of Yousheng's prowess, can they really guarantee a win? Moreover, there are only two of them. Two people, especially with Kang Ze looking like a weak, sickly elder brother. If they lose and someone picks on him, he probably won't withstand even a single punch.
They hesitated in silence, the smile on Xizeer's face gradually fading away, like it was frozen by a cold winter breeze, indifferent and piercing: "Sha, are you afraid?"
