Immediately after, Fanli, this honest lug, pulled out a large steamed bun from his bosom, sat down, and shouted while eating, "Who's next?"
He was, one might say, outrageously arrogant.
"Ah Li wouldn't be that arrogant, would he?" Zheng Fan asked, looking at Xue Three who stood beside him.
Usually, Fanli was quite taciturn and simple-minded, showing no desire for theatrics. His behavior today was a stark departure from his usual demeanor.
Xue Three replied, "My lord, Ah Li is waiting for you to enter the ring so he can lose to you."
Zheng Fan was speechless.
"My lord, please go on stage," Xue Three urged.
"Forget it. Everyone knows he's from my Green Willow Fortress. If I go up there and knock him down, it'll be too much of a joke."
Xue Three paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, Yes, this posturing of his is just too crude.
