Unexpectedly, Ji Wei threw his own words back at him. Yamamoto Yu stared at the vibrant face in front of him, momentarily lost in thought.
The sharp-tongued demeanor of this little woman—it really seemed she had inherited it from someone.
Gu Moqian acted as if he hadn't heard their conversation. His thin lips pressed together as his gaze remained fixed on the referee standing beside the two fighters.
The referee wore a baseball cap pulled low, a simple T-shirt, and sweatpants. Despite trying to act the part of a referee, Gu Moqian still detected something unusual.
The referee's figure and demeanor were strikingly similar to someone familiar.
Gu Moqian's mind was almost certain, and at that moment, the referee glanced toward the private room.
For a split second, their eyes met. In that brief exchange, Gu Moqian read a hint of that familiar devilish glint in the opponent's gaze. The corner of his mouth faintly lifted in a subtle arc.
The match continued.
