"Hello, everyone."
Xia Ping walked up to them, greeting them with a bright, refreshed smile.
Like hell!
At the sound of that familiar voice, the students hanging from the gate raised their heads and glared furiously at Xia Ping. They looked ready to pounce on the bastard and bite him to death.
They'd been left hanging by the gate for an entire night. They hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and on top of that, the bastard had beaten them up, leaving them injured. It was easy to imagine how miserable they were.
They could say without a doubt that they would never forget last night for the rest of their lives. It had been the hardest night they'd ever endured. If they hadn't been afraid that dropping out would hurt their reputation with the other martial arts organizations, they would've given up on the competition long ago.
"Xia Ping, what exactly do you want?"
One student asked in frustration, "We were wrong to come looking for trouble, but how much longer are you going to leave us hanging here? Are you planning to keep us up here until the competition ends?"
Everyone looked at Xia Ping. If he really planned to do that, they would quit the competition immediately. There was no point in staying here just to be tortured.
"Let me ask you something."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed. "Last night, I went to the supermarket, took all the food for myself, and beat you all up. Do you accept that?"
He simply looked at them, watching them impassively.
Accept it?! Like hell!
The students were furious. He'd beaten them up and was now asking if they accepted it. He was obviously humiliating them!
But they also understood that