Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Zhao Zilong immediately felt annoyed. He truly could not understand Qian Renxue's way of thinking. Helplessly, he said, "I do have a grudge against him, but shouldn't you and Tang San be mortal enemies too? Wasn't your father, Qian Xunji, killed by Tang Hao? You and Tang San should be enemies as well!"
Qian Renxue said confidently, "So what if we are enemies? As long as I offer him enough, even an enemy can be made to submit to me."
"Are you insane?" Zhao Zilong could no longer endure it. Looking as though he regretted her failure to meet expectations, he said, "I seriously don't understand you. You and Tang San have a blood feud, all right? Yet you actually want to recruit him. Besides, even if you want to recruit Tang San, would he really accept your offer? You say that as long as the price is high enough, even an enemy will submit. I really don't know where you got that confidence!"
At that moment, Qian Renxue was dumbfounded, and so were the others. They had not expected Zhao Zilong to directly unleash a barrage of insults at Qian Renxue. Even the several Titled Douluo stood frozen, while Snake Lance and Pufferfish became somewhat enraged.
Qian Renxue had never expected that merely saying she wanted to recruit Tang San would provoke such a huge reaction from Zhao Zilong—and that he would curse at her outright. She immediately became furious. "Zhao Zilong, how dare you speak to me like that?"
Zhao Zilong rolled his eyes. Looking at Qian Renxue, he sighed. He was still deeply displeased by her arrogance and said coldly, "I'm curious—what makes you think I wouldn't dare speak to you like this? Let me tell you: anyone who is Tang San's friend