Actually, Chu Hao was over the moon, but he kept a poker face, maintaining his aloof demeanor. This bout of showboating is truly satisfying, he thought. Indeed, it's the invisible pretensions that are most lethal.
Pang Zhengguang was also confused. Isn't Chu Hao just a charlatan and a loser? he wondered. A year ago, he was just a young man struggling with meals. When did he become a master?
Mu Yuxun had stars in her eyes as she looked up to Chu Hao with admiration; she was well aware of his capabilities.
The young man in the Zhongshan suit laughed. "So, it's Chu Hao. I've long admired your name. It's no disgrace for my nephew, Chen Lan, to have lost to you."
Chen Lan turned his head, looking at the young man in the Zhongshan suit with shock. Unable to hold back, Chen Lan asked, "Uncle Master, who exactly is he?"
