Handing This Matter to Me Means They Didn't Take It Seriously

Ma Hongjun froze for a moment, then a smile slowly spread across his round face. "Exactly! What if we win?"

He slapped his thigh and sprang out of his chair.

"The barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes! If we lose, no one can blame us. We were weaker than them to begin with! But if we win..."

"Some people will be humiliated beyond belief!"

Oscar smiled as well, his tone much lighter than before.

"I admit the Imperial Fighting Team is strong, but if Suotuo Great Soul Arena is letting us take the final slot against them, that means we have the ability. We didn't get twenty-seven consecutive wins for nothing. We have courage too."

Tang San, seated in the corner, finally spoke up.

He felt that he ought to say something encouraging too.

"Our strength isn't much, but if they can be our opponents, then they clearly can't be that strong either."

"Since Suotuo Great Soul Arena handed this matter to us, it clearly means they didn't take it seriously."

"Today, we'll let them see what it means when cheap goods are never good."

After saying that, Tang San looked smugly at everyone.

The lounge fell silent for a moment.

Everyone was turning the same sentence over in their minds.

If you can't talk, then shut that mouth of yours.

Are you saying we're all trash?

If you're trash, can you not drag us into it?

Flender stood at the door, taking in the suddenly oppressive atmosphere in the lounge.

It was all Tang San's fault.

He'd ruined the mood again!

He pushed up his glasses. "Tang San, come out for a moment. I have something to discuss with you."

Tang San paused, then rose from his chair. "Dean, what is it?"

Flender did not answer. He turned