Jiang Die's lackeys had fallen silent.
No matter what they said, Zhao Chi could argue more persuasively and more loudly.
There hadn't been many people on this battlefield, but now everyone was looking over.
Zhao Chi was thoroughly enjoying his tirade, spittle flying onto Jiang Die's face.
Jiang Die wiped her face, stunned, and looked at Zhao Chi in disbelief. "Zhao Chi, do you really not know the status of my Jiang Family?"
Zhao Chi said, "I do. My defeated opponents."
Jiang Die frowned. "Defeated opponents? When have we ever lost to you?"
Zhao Chi grinned. "In a few dozen minutes."
Jiang Die was speechless with anger. "...Fine, fine, fine, Zhao Chi. I think we should do more than just compete in a bit. I think we should sign a duel contract. Weren't you just trying to sign one with my subordinate? Don't sign with him, sign with me. Or do you only dare to bully the weak?"
