Wu Tian snapped back to his senses, looking with amusement at the fraud, Zhou Butong. He chuckled and said, "Let's have a fistfight. If you can beat me, I won't expose you."
"This..." Zhou Butong was stunned. He no longer felt unlucky; instead, it seemed the Goddess of Fortune was finally smiling upon him.
Of all the things this young man could have challenged me to, he chose a fistfight? Heavens, doesn't he know that's my specialty? Zhou Butong's heart pounded with ecstatic joy. Even the Great Heavenly King of Dogs would be defeated if we fought with fists!
"Alright," Zhou Butong blurted out, afraid Wu Tian would take back the offer.
"Remember, if you lose, you have to do whatever I say, old geezer." Wu Tian held out his left fist toward Zhou Butong.
"Alright," Zhou Butong agreed again, even more delighted than before.
