Zhao Ritian was an upright man.
He felt that things should not be like this.
If anyone was going to mock people, it should be us mocking them! You guys are worth jack shit! What did Lu Chengwen call you? You're nothing but chickens and mongrels! What right do chickens and mongrels have to boo us!?
Long Aotian wrapped an arm around Zhao Ritian's waist. "Calm down!"
Lu Chengwen tugged at him while grabbing for the microphone. "Hey, hey, hey, don't get so worked up! This is way too embarrassing!"
"I don't care!" Zhao Ritian wrestled with his two senior brothers while clutching the microphone tightly.
"Lu Chengwen said you're all chickens and mongrels! You're so weak and worth jack shit, you have no right to laugh at me! Even my Senior Disciple Brother Long Aotian, whose sexual function is completely shot, could beat you until you piss yourselves! I'm telling you, every last one of you has a death wish..."
Gritting his teeth, Lu Chengwen yanked out the microphone cable.
Long Aotian shoved Zhao Ritian. "Are you fucking sick!? Why are you talking about me!?"
Zhao Ritian was still worked up. "I know you all bet on Xiong Jian Sect to win! Today, I'll take down all three of them by myself and show you! Huh? Hey, hey!?"
Zhao Ritian slapped the microphone. "Hello!? Hello, hello!"
He turned and asked the host, "There's no sound! What are you people doing!?"
Lu Chengwen looked at Zhao Ritian. "If you've got guts, look at them!"
Lu Chengwen pointed, and the Three Brothers of Xiong Jian Sect across from them were laughing their heads off.
Lu Chengwen said, "They're your targets!"
Lu Chengwen snatched the microphone, plugged it back in, and spoke into it. "I know everyone looks down on you! But