"I won." Lin Feng looked at Lu Xiaobu, "A total of seventeen Grandmasters joined me. Although one died, I suppose I can count him as half."
Lu Xiaobu raised an eyebrow. "I don't agree with your math. If you killed someone, they're dead, how can that count as half?"
"Since you disagree, let's compete next time. In half a year, you bring your people, I'll bring mine, and we'll have a challenge match." Lin Feng said calmly.
"Alright." Lu Xiaobu nodded. "I've actually wanted to rank these Grandmasters for a while now."
"Then it's settled." Lin Feng nodded. "I'm leaving. By the way, your barbecue skills are getting worse! The kidneys are raw!"
"Did you think I would tell you I did it on purpose?" Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes.
"Oh, and your beer was expired!" Lin Feng said fiercely. "I replaced the label myself!"
"You're outrageous!" Lu Xiaobu cursed.
"You're no better!" Lin Feng turned to leave!
With the sixteen Grandmasters and two corpses in tow.
