"Really?"
Upon hearing that he should go confess to the fierce girl, claiming it would make him a real man, Su Xuan—who was eager to be expelled from his sect—suddenly grew interested. He looked at the pig-faced goon and said, "You think I don't have the guts?"
"I bet you don't!" the pig-faced goon sneered, his swollen lips resembling sausages. "Senior Sister Miao Tong is at the Merit Hall right now. Go on!"
Their fight had stemmed from two things.
First, Ying Lan had been beaten by them. Second, they all fancied Gongsun Miao Tong and were love rivals. When rivals meet, things are bound to get bloody; killing one meant one less to worry about.
"What if I really go?" Su Xuan asked with a smile. "What are you betting?"
"If you really dare to go, regardless of whether you succeed or not, I'll call you Grandpa," the goon declared with conviction, then glanced at Ying Lan. "And I'd have no problem calling her Grandma, either."
"Deal."
