What Are You to Deserve My Respect?

"Jia Long, stop him! If this keeps up, Ge Ci will be beaten to death!"

Seeing Ge Ci being kicked around by Bai Ge like a ball, one of the young men behind Jia Long cried anxiously.

"I..."

Jia Long gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

"We surrender! Please stop hitting him!!"

"Surrender?"

Hearing Jia Long's words, Bai Ge stopped and looked at him with a faintly mocking smile.

"Didn't you say earlier that surrender wasn't allowed? And that we had to keep fighting until you were satisfied? Your people haven't said they're satisfied yet, so we can't just stop. Of course, if you insist on stopping, that's fine too. Send someone else up to fight me. How about it?"

"Gasp!"

Jia Long could not help but suck in a sharp breath.

Seeing Ge Ci in such a miserable state, how could he dare send anyone else up to die?

Besides, no one would be willing to go.

"Damn it, what are we supposed to do now?!"

Looking at Ge Ci's wretched state, getting him to say he was satisfied was clearly wishful thinking. Jia Long found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from nearby. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw a handsome young man in grayish-white robes slowly approaching with a group of people.

The young man wore a broad smile, but for some reason, it always felt strangely fake.

"Boss Luo Bu!"

The moment Jia Long saw the young man, he was overjoyed, as though he had found someone to rely on.

But unlike Jia Long's excitement, Luo Bu did not immediately notice Ge Ci's miserable condition through the crowd. Instead, he spotted Xiao Yu first.

"Xiao Yu... it's been a long time!"

Luo