Below the stage.
Beside Bai Qinghong sat two others.
One was a middle-aged man with a waxy complexion, looking as if he was gravely ill.
The other had long hair covering most of his face, making it unclear to see.
The man with the waxy complexion frowned and said, "Didn't you say he was just a guard? Why does he have subordinates?"
Bai Qinghong snorted coldly and replied, "He clearly doesn't understand the rules; he's obviously just brought in to fill the numbers, at most a special forces guard!"
The two men felt relieved after hearing this.
Special forces guards have strong combat abilities, but compared to martial artists like them, they are still far behind.
Thus, the two men weren't particularly worried.
"Kid, what are you challenging me for?" Old Liu sized up Jianfeng and asked.
Jianfeng looked at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen nodded slightly, letting Jianfeng make his own decision.
Jianfeng immediately laughed and said, "A little friendly wager, how about a million?"
