Wesley took a deep breath. After meeting Xiao Qiao, he found himself taking deep breaths much more frequently.
"Anyway, I shot you once, so let's call off the grudge of you hunting me down."
Wesley snorted coldly.
"Not satisfied? Then let's settle it with a fight," Xiao Qiao said. "The contest we had in South America isn't over yet."
"You can't beat me."
"Don't be so arrogant," Xiao Qiao said. "If I beat you, what will you do? Offer yourself to me? Oh, right, you agreed in South America, if I beat you, you'd offer yourself."
Wesley didn't respond. He didn't think he would lose to Xiao Qiao.
However, Xiao Qiao was quick-witted, and between masters, victory could come down to moments. No one could guarantee anything. Even if Xiao Qiao couldn't beat him, perhaps one day in a flash of inspiration, he could win.
"Say something."
"Shut up, eat!"
"Coward!" Xiao Qiao said, "What's the harm in agreeing."
"It's nothing; I don't want to have anything to do with you."
