Only Su Yan was truly looking out for their small team.
Leng Bing nodded.
He left.
He took two steps and stopped, turned back and took a deep look at Su Yan.
His Adam's apple bobbed twice.
In the end, he only uttered two words.
"Be careful."
The sound of his leather shoes clicking against the ground resumed, finally fading away into the distance.
Su Yan smiled, giving him a sweet smile towards his back, but unfortunately, he didn't see it.
...
Inside the viewing box, Zhang Beixing sat with his legs crossed, still watching with interest the octagonal cage below.
The other members of the second team, also seated, were on edge, sitting as if on pins and needles beside Zhang Beixing, not daring to breathe heavily.
Upon entering, Leng Bing gave them a frustrated look, then approached Zhang Beixing.
"Minister, after this fight, the next one will be Su Yan's turn."
"Hmm."
