Chi Lijia clearly wasn't impressed by this Fourth Grade True Intent bartender.
She snorted lightly, curbing her arrogance, and retracted her crimson whip.
"Luoshili, are you still alive?"
Luoshili clutched his neck, coughed twice: "I'm okay, Lady Chi Lijia."
Seeing Chi Lijia calm down, the nearly suffocated Luoshili hurried over to counsel her.
"Luckily, Lady Chi Lijia attacked me. If you had attacked Gangxin... and he wouldn't let it go, causing the group to get involved, it could result in your disqualification from the battle assessment."
Quentin, head tucked down on the side, noticed the situation stabilizing and quickly joined in to back up: "Yes, Lady Chi Lijia! Gangxin deliberately provoked you to attack him! That brat is tough, your attack can't kill him instantly. He'd take a minor hit and get you eliminated!"
Bai Pu, speechless, shouted: "Isn't it you who came to me first?"
"You better shut up!"
The group of Red Race, including Quentin, glared angrily at Bai Pu.
