Lu Bai didn't answer. He kept a friendly smile on his face and gave a slight nod, indicating that Changhu should continue explaining why he was there.
This was the first time he'd met a Deathfighter who had brazenly come forward to reveal his identity.
Either the guy had lost his mind, or he was confident enough in himself.
"You don't look like some amateur. Since you came out of Deathmatch School, how exactly did your teachers train you? They let you wear a title this early?"
Changhu made no attempt to hide his curiosity.
Lu Bai looked Changhu up and down. He had a bronze complexion, rugged features, and an air of aggression.
He tilted his head. "Why hide it?"
"Maybe you think earning a title in the first round is something to be proud of."
Changhu didn't feel comfortable in his hospital gown, so he simply undid two buttons at his chest.
He looked up at the four emerald-green characters floating above Lu Bai's head. "But it's nothing to brag about. I have two titles like that."
As he finished the second sentence, he shifted his gaze back to Lu Bai's face and grinned. "So you'd better watch out. I'll be keeping an eye on you. Don't get caught alone."
"Oh, you ranked first in your first Deathmatch Showdown."
Lu Bai's gentle expression didn't change.
Changhu continued, "I was going to come find you right away, but the police got here too fast. Otherwise, we could've had some fun."
It was obvious Changhu was trying to put pressure on Lu Bai with his words, but it wasn't getting him very far.
He realized that too and added, "These witnesses say you have a partner. Is he a pretty boy who can hold his own?"
He'd expected that to