After the afternoon competition ended, including Gu Beifeng, Du Tianxing, Li Jiachen, and Yang Xiao, 11 people remained. These 11 people will enter the final two rounds of competition tomorrow.
During dinner, the atmosphere in the restaurant began to shift, as many approached Yang Xiao to greet him, to which he nodded in response.
East King Zhao Benling came over with his food box to Yang Xiao's dining table.
"Brother Yang, may I sit and dine with you?"
"Suit yourself, it's not like anyone else is here."
"Thank you."
East King set down his food box and took a seat opposite Yang Xiao to eat.
"Brother Yang, thank you for showing mercy today, else I..."
"Heh, it's nothing. You and I hold no deep grudge, nor do we have direct conflicts of interest. I see no need to kill you."
Hearing this, Zhao Benling felt quite awkward. Yang Xiao's words were blunt and even somewhat arrogant, as if in Yang Xiao's eyes the decision to kill or not lay within a single thought.
