Qiu Hui smiled and nodded. "Alright, I agree. You, your female, and the Bai Family Patriarch must swear an oath together. Otherwise, I expect you'll try to weasel out of it."
An unconcealable excitement gleamed in Qiu Luo's eyes, as if he could already picture himself humiliating Qiu Hui once more. This time, he would absolutely not let Qiu Hui off easy.
He narrowed his eyes, his greedy, disgusting gaze fixating on Little Jing.
Qiu Hui sidestepped, blocking Qiu Luo's line of sight. His muscles tensed as he lunged forward in a rage. Before anyone could react, he unleashed a vicious series of punches.
"AHH, IT HURTS! QIU HUI, GET OFF ME!" Utterly powerless to defend himself, Qiu Luo wailed on the ground.
The Bai Family Beastmen rushed forward, but by then, Qiu Hui had already retreated. He said coldly, "If you ever look at her like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Don't worry, I held back. It won't affect your performance in the ring at all."
