The tension was palpable.
The two glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
Lu Shifeng tightened his grip on the ice drink cup, considering whether to smash it over Pei Ziheng's head.
Pei Ziheng spoke gravely, "What, want to fight? Didn't I teach you a good enough lesson last time?"
Lu Shifeng's narrow eyes slightly squinted, filled with menace, "Weren't you the one who got hurt worse last time?" Last time, Pei Ziheng had come to Fengren to cause trouble after he made Xia Ling cry, and they ended up having a real fight.
Pei Ziheng said, "Stop being stubborn."
Lu Shifeng replied, "You're the one being stubborn."
Both ended up bruised that time; Lu Shifeng had a blackened eye corner, and Pei Ziheng's lip was bleeding. It was hard to declare a winner, though each believed he was the victor.
The atmosphere chilled to freezing point, the two once again glaring at each other without conceding.
