Everyone's gaze fell on their hands, fingers interlocked, and hesitated. They just had a video call yesterday, and now they're here in person.
That's some impressive efficiency.
The big burly man from before was a bit skeptical. This guy isn't as strong as him, is his skill really that good? Although he didn't mind being floored by a woman just now, proving himself through this man can at least save a bit of face.
So, he made a death wish again, fearlessly charging forward without even a greeting.
The result, of course, was tragic. Couldn't bear to watch, he lasted less than three moves.
The scene fell silent.
Allen's eyes flashed with amazement, the skill of this man...
She cleared her throat, tidied her outfit, and gracefully walked to his side, speaking in a coquettish voice, "Hey handsome, I..."
"Not interested," Bo Yimo said coolly, his voice indifferent, elegantly using a British accent to deliver a cold rejection.
