Meng Jingzhou was famous far and wide, and Zhong Yi wasn't a fool. If he went up against Lu Yang himself, he'd definitely be the one to lose.
When the people below heard Zhong Yi's wish, they all looked up in unison and stared at Lu Yang. Even those who wanted to make Lu Yang their big brother were no exception.
After all, this was the first-place winner's wish. It had to be granted.
Besides, they could still make him their big brother after the fight.
"Old Meng, what do we do?" Lu Yang broke into a cold sweat. Tied to the chair, he felt like a great white pig facing a pack of famished wolves.
Meng Jingzhou had seen this coming. He gestured for Lu Yang not to worry. "Relax. I've already registered the event with the authorities. Everything we're doing is legal. This doesn't count as a mass brawl, and even if a group fight breaks out, it'll be fine."
"...And what about me?"
"You're an ordinary casualty."
"Damn you, Old Meng!" Lu Yang shattered the chair and ropes with a burst of strength, then bolted. If he didn't run now, he might not get another chance.
Meng Jingzhou watched him go and sneered. He still remembered the incident not long ago when one Meng became ten thousand Mengs. That'd teach Lu Yang to help his father beat him up!
If he didn't get his revenge, his conscience would never let him rest!
"Brothers, charge! Let's take Lu Yang down together!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and the young masters surged forward at once, unleashing all kinds of moves at Lu Yang as if they cost nothing.
Lu Yang suspected that the grandson who'd shouted was one of Meng Jingzhou's plants.
The first stage of the First Lu