Zheng Fucheng stood by with a smiling expression, listening to the discussion. When he heard the argument had ended, he said with a smile, "Then shall I announce the result?"
"Mm." Everyone nodded.
"In this round, Chen Yang wins!" Zheng Fucheng loudly declared.
On the stage, upon hearing this, Shen Mo'an's face turned dark and gloomy, clenching his fists tightly, with the veins on his forehead throbbing.
Andy Zheng sneered from the side, "Just wait until you lose, let's see how you'll handle it."
"Hmph!" Shen Mo'an snorted coldly, ignored him, and glared at Chen Yang with a hostile tone, "I will definitely defeat you in the final match! Don't think you can show off in front of me just because you have some minor tricks up your sleeve!"
He was in a bad mood, and thus spoke particularly rudely.
Chen Yang glanced at him indifferently and said, "If you dare to be rude to me again, I'll kill you immediately."
