Meanwhile, Xu Renfei and his team were still celebrating, shouting and cheering.
Bi Xia helplessly curled his lips, "Alright, it's luck."
Saying this, he glanced at Meng Chi on the sidelines, who couldn't wait to join in the celebration. Bi Xia smiled slightly, stretched his arm straight up, and then pounded his chest.
Seeing Bi Xia's actions, Xu Renfei and the others also smiled. They turned to face Meng Chi, pounded their fists against their hearts, and said with their eyes, leave the rest to us!
Seeing Meng Chi mimic their actions, they laughed and ran back to their positions to prepare for the next round. Bi Xia coldly glanced at An Yi. His red lips curled ominously, and the camera happened to catch Bi Xia.
The youth slowly raised his arm, pointed expressionlessly at An Yi in the opponent's area, his starry eyes indifferent. Then he retracted his arm and made a throat-slitting gesture.
