(First update)
As he watched Feng Xiaotian turn and leave, a trace of unease flashed through Yang Ming's deep, starry eyes.
For some reason, Yang Ming had the vague feeling that something was wrong. Why had Feng Xiaotian suddenly come to tell him to surrender on Shrek Academy's behalf later?
And if he did not surrender, he would regret it for the rest of his life?
"Big brother, are you all right?" Xiao Wu tugged at the corner of Yang Ming's clothes with her little hand, looking at him worriedly. "Ignore that guy. He must have water in his brain to say something so ridiculously arrogant."
"No."
Tang San rested one hand beneath his chin, his eyes carrying a thoughtful look as he said:
"Yang Ming, to be safe, I think you should not take the field later. I am afraid something may happen."
"If something really is going to happen." Yang Ming smiled freely. "Third brother, do you think that even if I avoid it this time, I can keep avoiding it next time? Do not forget, this is only the qualifiers. There are still the promotion rounds and the final ahead. If I retreat every time, would that not mean I am afraid?"
Hearing this, Tang San pondered in silence and felt that Yang Ming had a point.
If someone truly wanted Yang Ming dead, then even if Yang Ming escaped this disaster, there would be another one, and then another after that.
As the saying went, one could dodge the first day but not the fifteenth. Not only could Yang Ming not retreat now, he had to continue taking the field and see exactly who was trying to deal with him.
That way, the unknown enemy would emerge from the shadows, and Yang Ming would be able