Zhu Xun, furious, retorted, "I've never heard of anyone forcing a debate on someone."
"You haven't heard of it before because I wasn't around. Now that I'm here, haven't you heard?" retorted Han Suzhen confidently.
"I'll go to the stage to debate, you let Mr. Wu go. Mr. Wu is your elder, you're not allowed to joke around with him." Zhu Xun glared at Han Suzhen.
"Just get on the stage!" Han Suzhen pressed urgently.
There was a hint of helplessness in Zhu Xun's eyes as he reluctantly stood up and started to walk slowly towards the arena. Meanwhile, guards from Prince's Mansion, who were watching over the venue, secretly began to gather from afar.
"Hurry up!" Han Suzhen said irritably.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xun walked to the platform, then stopped, looked up at Chen Sanliang above, and asked, "Senior Brother Chen, what do you say?"
