"Brother An, you're really impressive. In the second stage of this second round, the first place is definitely yours!"
Immediately, there were flattering voices all around.
Listening to the compliments around him, An Zimo felt greatly satisfied and a faint smile appeared on his face, although he still had to act modestly.
"It's just luck!"
"Luck needs to be backed by skill!" A young man said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, An Zimo waved his hand and said, "You're too kind!"
Wang Pingchuan looked at the somewhat complacent An Zimo and said, "You're just the first to come down, not the first place. What's so amazing about that?"
"What did you say?" An Zimo immediately became furious upon hearing Wang Pingchuan's words.
Wang Pingchuan snorted coldly and said, "Did you stuff donkey hair in your ears? Can't hear what I'm saying?"
"You... I'm not going to argue with a brute like you!" An Zimo said with a stern face.
