Lavagani's expression was quite spectacular.
Gao Yang's meaning was clear: my guys have already fought, we can't just keep having them fight. And you and I are equals, we shouldn't be fighting with each other's subordinates. So why don't we just spar against each other?
That's the gist of it, and everyone present understood. But Lavagani had just sustained an internal injury and hasn't healed yet. To go up against Gao Yang now would be foolish.
No matter how much he wanted to save face, Lavagani could only lose face again now.
"How can the two of us fight? Of course, they'll go at it. Let's just go to your place; it's not far anyway."
Lavagani's words were lacking in confidence, but he still wanted to reclaim the situation. Losing one round wasn't a big deal; he still had five men. If all five won, a score of five to one would be quite dignified.
Gao Yang looked at Abdullah with a troubled expression and said, "What do you think, is this appropriate?"
