Du Yu took out the plastic jar from his bag and placed the small white flower inside, twisting the lid shut.
"Don't run! Our battle isn't over yet!" Fan Changhong shouted angrily. Perhaps because there were soldiers present, his behavior was very proper.
"But I don't want to fight anymore."
Fan Changhong looked furious: "You think you can just stop fighting whenever you want? You just shot an arrow at me from behind!"
Du Yu: "Don't make a fuss, you were the one who stopped me and made the first move."
Fan Changhong's face was livid: "You!"
Du Yu laughed, because with soldiers around, the man didn't dare to curse, so he was left speechless? And was reduced to blurting out random words?
Du Yu: "Why don't you bring your mom along? Maybe you'd speak more fluently then?"
Fan Changhong was so enraged that his body trembled, his face flushed red: "If I lose, I'll give you this Demon Soldier I have!"
