"What do you mean, Chen Hongqian? Who hasn't offended someone out there? How was I supposed to know this Lu fellow would take it out on our Hualin Arena?" Hua Yifeng heard the cloaked woman's tone and immediately bristled, snapping back at her in anger.
"You still think you're in the right? I've already heard what happened. Since someone wanted to be He Wenyu's lackey, Lu Xiaotian said he'd break that lackey's legs. It's one thing to cause trouble; it's another to have no ability to clean up your own mess and make everyone suffer losses along with you. After all the expenses and the share paid to the City Lord's Manor, the Hualin Arena has only a little over 1.2 million low-grade spirit crystals left. If we lose one more match and more than a tenth of that is taken away, we'll have worked for nothing for over a month. If you're so good at causing trouble, then take responsibility for the losses yourself!" Chen Hongqian scolded him furiously.
"I..." At the thought of being called a lackey, Hua Yifeng's face turned purple and green with rage. But though only two matches had been fought so far, the situation had already spun completely beyond his control.
"Steward Wu, Miss Chen, Young Master Yifeng." Six arena fighters who had each won ten or more matches filed in one after another and greeted them.
"You've all seen Lu Xiaotian's fight with Han Lei. Could you spot any weaknesses? Who's confident they can handle him?" Hua Yifeng looked at the six men before him, hope flaring in his eyes.
"Steward Wu, I've found some information about Lu Xiaotian." A man in black hurried in.
"His performance in the battle against the sand bandits at Wild Goose Sand Ridge was decent, but nothing