"What else, then? Who did you want to participate?" Di yihong asked with a raised brow and a smile.
The moment he said that, no matter whom Tang San named, he would offend someone.
That was precisely Di yihong's intention—to throw the question to Tang San and make him choose.
As long as he dared pick someone, he would offend them.
Once his goal was achieved, it would only make others hate Tang San even more.
When the question was handed to Tang San, he was instantly struck dumb. He had not expected this.
For a moment, Tang San did not know what to say.
No matter how dissatisfied he was, he did not dare offend anyone else.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang San had no choice but to speak.
"No, I don't have anyone in mind." Tang San practically gritted his teeth as he said it.
"Since you have no one in mind, then you and Tang Hao will prepare for the competition," Di yihong said with a smile.
It was a pity Tang San had not fallen for it.
However, Di yihong had plenty of opportunities ahead to make Tang San offend others.
It was only a matter of time.
"You two, get ready. The competition will begin in three minutes," Di yihong continued.
"Yes, Master," Tang Hao said respectfully.
"Damn lackey," Tang San muttered with pursed lips.
Though his voice was low, Tang Hao still heard him. Tang Hao immediately pulled out the Clear Sky Hammer and roared.
"You brat, say that again if you've got the guts!"
"I'll say it if I want to. What about it, you lackey? Look at what you've become," Tang San shot back.
Seeing Tang San dare to retort so directly, with such arrogant swagger, Tang Hao became even angrier.