Qin Feng curled his lips and frowned at the baseball cap guy and his pack of rich kids. "Jumping someone or one-on-one duels—those are things for savages. We're not playing that game tonight!"
The guy in the baseball cap grinned. "Oh? Then what do you wanna play? Don't tell me you wanna see who can sell more fruit?"
The young men behind him burst out laughing, cursing, "If you're scared, get the hell outta here. A damn fruit seller trying to act cool now?"
"Leave your woman here, bro. A hottie like that hanging around you is such a waste!"
"Girl, what's so good about this dumbass? Come with me, I'll give you a ride in a real sports car!"
"..."
Qin Feng didn't get mad or riled up. He waited till they all finished cursing, then said, "Don't you guys race here all day and call yourselves 'The God of Qiuming Mountain' or whatever?
I'll race you guys. If I lose, I'll get on my knees and call you 'Grandpa.' If you lose, then you kneel and call me 'Grandpa.' Simple as that!"
