Luo Wei glared at Yang Fei fiercely: "Do you think a Level Six Thunder Beast can easily suppress our noble squadron?"
As he spoke, he took out the battlefield recorder and waved it at Yang Fei.
"The usual rules, let's bet on points."
"If our points surpass yours, your prior agreement with Miss Merlin is void, and you have to kneel and apologize to her."
At this point, he said calmly: "Bullying women doesn't count as a skill."
Yang Fei snorted, looking at him lazily.
"If we bet and you lose, what then?"
Luo Wei snorted, took out a communicator, and gave a few quiet instructions.
Soon, a sleek, luxurious armored car roared onto the scene, kicking up dust.
From the armored car emerged two strong, brawny men, their expressions fierce, clearly seasoned veterans.
They saluted Luo Wei.
"Young Master, what's the matter?"
Luo Wei waved his hand: "Bring down the sealed refrigerator from the car."
