Police officers surrounded the training ground. Leng Yue ripped off her shirt in one quick motion, revealing a black sports bra underneath. She cracked her neck, settled into a fighting stance, and provocatively beckoned to Zhao Dong with a finger.
"Let's not rush into this," Zhao Dong said indifferently. "Since it's a match, what will you do if you lose?"
"I can't possibly lose!" Leng Yue declared arrogantly.
"What if?" Zhao Dong pressed.
"Heh, if I really lose, I'll let you go!" Leng Yue said proudly.
"Are you sure?"
"As the Inspector General, I certainly have that authority!"
"Good. Remember what you said." With that, Zhao Dong waved a hand at Leng Yue. "You can go first. Don't say I'm bullying you."
"Hmph, how arrogant!" Leng Yue snorted. Without another word, she lunged at Zhao Dong with a flurry of standard military boxing techniques. Her technique was impressive; she actually possessed the cultivation of a second-tier Great Grandmaster.
