The Smell of Gunpowder

Fine, just fine! Zhu Zhuqing, you've got some nerve!

He abruptly withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning fury. Turning to a bewildered Ma Hongjun, he said stiffly, "Fatty, we're teaming up."

"Huh? Oh! Sure, sure!" Ma Hongjun hurriedly nodded. Although he hadn't quite understood the confrontation just now, Boss Dai was clearly in a terrible mood, and he didn't dare ask questions.

Oscar pulled a long face. "Then what am I supposed to do? I can't enter a two-on-two match alone!"

Just then, Zhu Zhuqing's cool voice rang out again, but this time, she addressed Cinderella.

"Xian Di."

Cinderella looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who had walked up to her. The girl in black remained expressionless, but deep in her eyes lay a trace of weariness and earnest pleading.

"Can I team up with you?" Zhu Zhuqing spoke softly, yet her voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

Cinderella froze for a moment.

Tang San's brow furrowed slightly. He was about to speak, but Cinderella asked first, "Zhu Zhuqing, I've already teamed up with Tang San. If you don't mind, we can form another team, but that might mean I can't enter two-on-two matches with you every day."

She was perfectly frank. Under the Great Soul Arena's rules, one person could indeed enter two-on-two matches as part of multiple teams, provided their partners were different.

Gratitude flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and she nodded. "That's fine. If you get tired, we can enter fewer matches."

She paused, her voice growing even softer, carrying a meaning only Cinderella could understand. "I just... don't have any other choice."

Her words were blunt. Of the three boys left, Dai Mubai was the person she least wanted anything to do with, Oscar was a food system Soul Master, and Ma Hongjun