"Kid, you're going to die a miserable death!" Long Ao said, his voice choked with grief and indignation. "I guarantee it!"
At that moment, pinned under Lin Mu's foot, Long Ao was overcome with humiliation. His entire reputation as the leader of the Six Dragons of Jiangbei hinged on his status as a disciple of the Crane Immortal Sect. Throughout Jiangbei, no one had ever dared to offend him! Yet today, he was being repeatedly stomped on and degraded, filling his heart with a bottomless well of shame and murderous rage.
"One of the Six Dragons of Jiangbei? Please. You're more like one of the Six Worms," Lin Mu scoffed from his chair. He casually ate a grape peeled for him by Hua Meiniang, a disdainful smirk on his face. "How about we make a bet?"
"Bet on what?" Long Ao said through gritted teeth. "Don't tell me you want to bet our lives!"
"Fine by me," Lin Mu replied, leaning back in his chair. "Let's bet our lives. If you lose, your life is mine. How about it?"
