Chen Wen took a deep breath, his gaze shifting lightly until it landed on Qin Jiuyou.
Qin Jiuyou's whole body jolted, and his face went faintly pale.
He was no fool; of course he knew what Chen Wen's look meant.
Murong Qingxian and the others saw it all as well, a flash passing unconsciously through their eyes.
Chen Wen said calmly, "I won our wager. Brother Qin hasn't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"
"You..." Qin Jiuyou's mouth moved, but he could not say a thing.
"Kneel!!!"
Chen Wen gave Qin Jiuyou not the slightest face and roared outright.
This...
That shout drew quite a few people's attention, and many turned to look.
Qin Jiuyou's expression shifted again and again before he finally said, "Chen, what happened before was indeed my fault. I shouldn't have..."
Chen Wen's expression did not change as he said coldly, "I said kneel!!!"
"If you've gone deaf, I don't mind helping you out. I'm sure you've seen what level of strength I have."
Qin Jiuyou clenched his molars hard, and his eyes gradually became stained with scarlet.
"A bet is a bet. Accept defeat," Murong Qingxian said calmly.
"Fine. Very fine. Very fine."
Qin Jiuyou spat the words with hatred, then knelt.
This... he really knelt.
Damn... this Chen Wen really was damn fierce.
He really wasn't giving the Qin Clan any face at all.
When the crowd saw it, they could not help sucking in a cold breath.
For a moment, the way they looked at Chen Wen changed.
"Apologize," Chen Wen said calmly.
Qin Jiuyou took a deep breath before gritting out, "Sorry."
"Not to me. To my friend," Chen Wen said again.
Murong Qingcheng abruptly turned her head, looking at Chen Wen with a complicated expression.
Qin Jiuyou's fists, hidden beneath