They were all clever men. The moment Qiu Dao Ming finished speaking, everyone caught his meaning.
"That man's got a clever scheme, but clever as it may be, does he actually have the strength to back it up?"
Tu Lao San said bitterly.
"It's easy enough to find out. Old Third, why don't you go down there yourself and give it a try?"
The Long-faced Youth teased.
Tu Lao San was immediately at a loss for words. He was loud enough when complaining, but it was all resentment and envy. If he actually had to step onto the stage, he wouldn't dare. He knew Zhao Bei Xuan's strength. It might not be as exaggerated as people claimed, but it was certainly greater than his own. Zhao Bei Xuan had been utterly crushed; if Tu Lao San went down, he'd be walking straight into misery.
"What's the matter, Tu Lao San? Is your only talent running your mouth?"
The Long-faced Youth pressed him relentlessly.
Tu Lao San slapped the table. "Fei Lao Si, don't push me. It's not that I don't dare go down there. I'm just short on cash—I can't even scrape together a single Fire Spirit Stone."
"What does that have to do with anything?" The Long-faced Youth was baffled.
Tu Lao San said, "You think that ring is easy to fight in? If you ask me, that Xu kid is a crafty little bastard. He knows full well that setting up this ring will shake Huaixi Prefecture. Plenty of people will rush up there to make a name for themselves, so he's demanding a wager: one Fire Spirit Stone."
"Who says he gets whatever he wants just because he asks for it?"
The Long-faced Youth flew into a rage. Mocking Tu Lao San was one thing; he couldn't