Adam Anderson looked at his manner, as if he would never lose. The desire for winning in his heart was ignited layer by layer.
"May I know your name, sir? Do you really need such a grand display?" Adam Anderson glanced at the bodyguards hidden in the shadows.
"Carey, you can call me Mr. Carey."
"Very well, I've remembered. Mr. Carey has laid hands on my people, making me uncomfortable. How about we bet that the loser kneels and kowtows three times?"
Mr. Carey chuckled a few times: "Mr. Anderson is a man of character, why should I have any reason to back down? But if I win, there's no need for Mr. Anderson to kneel and kowtow."
Adam Anderson squinted his eyes, sizing him up.
"Then what do you want?"
"Simple, Mr. Anderson will strip and take a lap on floor B1."
