"Fine. The bet's off, then." He shook his head in a tactical retreat, sighing. "Truly..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but the implication of disappointment hung even heavier in the air.
His words were like fuel to a fire. On the Translation Department's side, angry glares fixed on him, and the sound of ragged breathing filled the air. They even looked at Pu Zhenghong's back with confusion.
Sang Hanhai silently gritted his teeth, equally baffled. 'Does my senior brother really not have a plan?'
"The bet's off?" Su Chen suddenly heard this. 'Then what about my Spiritualist?'
'What's with Old Pu? Did he choke?'
"Heh..." Hearing Tang Chen, Pu Zhenghong's lips curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, the deep lines on his face trembling. He suddenly called out, "Su Chen."
"Here." Su Chen had been focused on the unfolding situation. He immediately stepped out from the crowd.
