"Little Gai, don't throw a tantrum. Stick with Brother Gai, and I'll take you all under my wing from now on. As long as I have a bite to eat, you won't go hungry." Gaishi grinned.
He really wanted to bring a few bodyguards like Gai Xingye along to his fan meet-and-greets. They'd make him look so cool and impressive!
"Don't... call me... Little... Gai!"
Gai Xingye was a man who cared deeply about his dignity. His speech was slurred, but he could not hide his anger. "I may have lost, but you can't insult me, even if we are of the same clan!"
Gaishi stopped smiling and said very seriously, "All right, Little Gai."
Gai Xingye was speechless.
How could someone be like this?
He closed the last sliver of his eyes beneath the panda-like bruises. He had nothing left to say to Gaishi.
He had already lost, so they could do whatever they wanted.
He was done caring.
"This..." The defeated powerhouse of the Ancient Clan of Strength glanced at Gai Xingye, then at Gaishi, hesitating.
The atmosphere had turned rather strange.
What was he supposed to do now?
He couldn't tell what Gaishi was thinking. Did he really want to take on underlings? Could that be possible?
If word reached Gai Lei, he would probably be furious.
A successor of the Ancient Clan of Strength becoming an underling to a wandering scion of the Ancient Clan of Strength—what would people think if that got out?
"Brother Gai hasn't asked your name yet, has he?" Gaishi looked at the defeated powerhouse of the Ancient Clan of Strength and asked.
The defeated powerhouse of the Ancient Clan of Strength said, "My name is Gai Rui."
Gaishi nodded and asked, "Would you be willing to become my underling? Brother Gai