Hearing Lin Yafei's words, Chen Changwu took a deep breath, a faint smile once again appearing on his face to cover up the killing intent in his heart. "I've long heard that Master Lin has a sharp tongue. Seeing you today, your reputation is indeed well‑deserved. I concede defeat."
"Concede defeat?"
Lin Yafei heard Chen Changwu's words, curled her lip in disdain, and said, "Don't make yourself sound so lofty. In my eyes you're just a dog. If I wanted to beat you to death it'd be effortless. Concede defeat? You think you're even qualified to compare yourself to me?"
Hearing Lin Yafei's undisguised mockery again, Chen Changwu's face became wonderfully colorful in an instant, turning green then white, constantly shifting. The fury he'd been desperately suppressing in his heart also burst out like a breached flood in that moment, completely out of control, blazing up from his chest.
