The Real King Crushes the Fake King

"What, you mean beating up a grown man would prove how tough you are? Then today, I'll show you just how tough I am."

Wang Yi deliberately provoked the grown man.

James and Jay Chou watched from the side, finding it amusing.

The Venice King hadn't noticed the Red-haired Woman before. After all, with his skills and physique, he had his pick of women, and there were plenty of girls around him.

But after what had just happened, he noticed her.

He realized she was just his type.

So he decided to step in and play the hero.

He looked at the old man in front of him.

His disdain was plain to see.

In his eyes, the old man could only bully little girls with his shameless back-to-the-basket game.

Honestly, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even bother with the old man.

But today, wanting to show off in front of the Red-haired Woman, he replied:

"Hey, if you can really beat me, then sure, that'd prove how good you are. But I'm afraid you'll fail to beat me and end up getting beaten yourself."

Wang Yi nodded. "Then let's try it. But we need something to wager."

The Venice King had assumed that once he stepped in, the old man would know better than to continue. He hadn't expected the old man not only to want to try, but to demand a wager too.

He couldn't help laughing. "All right, all right. What do you want to wager?"

Wang Yi said, "If I win, I get to kiss that girl, and you have to let me cut off your cornrow hairstyle. I can't stand seeing you with cornrows."

The Venice King grinned. "You sure like sticking your nose into other people's business. Fine, I agree. What if I win?"