Clive's first impression of Wang Teng was not very good.
In his eyes, Wang Teng was far too good at showing off!
What was most infuriating was that he was even better at it than Clive himself. That was what Clive found most intolerable.
As someone born into a major family on the imperial planet of the Great Qian Empire, when had he ever lost to anyone in showing off?
Yet when he had run into Wang Teng earlier, he had been stifled.
Though it was no big deal, it had annoyed him for the entire day.
He had not expected to run into Wang Teng again when he came out that night to hang out with Olia—and Wang Teng was with Olia, no less.
That was even more intolerable.
Olia was exceptionally beautiful, and her talent was no worse than his. She and Clive had been childhood companions, so their relationship was naturally far from ordinary. Moreover, both their families intended to bring the two of them together.
Now that he saw Olia walking with Wang Teng, any man would feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Clive's large eyes rolled, and a plan sprang to mind.
"Olia, why is he here?" he asked Olia first.
"My older cousin asked me to take him out for a look around," Olia replied without even turning her head.
Although Wang Teng heard their conversation, his gaze remained fixed on the match onstage, and he paid them no attention.
This Clive was fairly strong, having reached the sixth level of the Planetary Level. At only around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, he could be considered quite a talented genius.
But to Wang Teng, geniuses of this caliber had too little wool. There was not enough to shear!
So even though he could already tell that something