Xiao Mei had been waiting for an outburst, a counterargument, or even a look of defeat to surface on his face. That disdainful smile was the last thing she had expected to see.
And judging by the way Chen Yan took a small step back, he was definitely caught off guard as well. It was his mask that hid his astonishment.
"Senior Brother Yan, have you considered the possibility of a defeat in the duel?" Han Xuhan said gently.
Chen Yan's eyes narrowed. Han Xuhan's inexplicable smile gave him an ominous feeling. Something somewhere was wrong.
Had he miscalculated a factor? Which one?
"You haven't, have you? This absolute confidence of yours surely has a foundation. Should I try to deduce it here and now?"
Seeing that Chen Yan didn't answer, Han Xuhan looked up at the sky, exhaling deeply.
"You and I have been at each other's throats for a long time now. Every time we met, you'd make all kinds of demands, while I would do my best to protect my wealth from you.
