Humiliation?
Qin Siyang's head went numb when he heard that reason.
What little he had done to Chu Baxing counted as humiliation? At most, it was fraud, wasn't it?
If anyone had been humiliated, it was Hu Chan.
He had practically reduced that Holy Son to a beaten dog, yet Hu Chan had never shown him the slightest disrespect. He cheerfully called him "President Qin" every single day.
So why did Chu Baxing have to throw such an almighty rich-boy tantrum?
He was truly the hardest privileged brat to please that Qin Siyang had ever met.
After hearing Chu Baxing's words, Qin Siyang remained silent for a long time.
There was even a hint of satisfaction in Chu Baxing's eyes.
Clearly, he meant exactly what he said. He had been itching to kill Qin Siyang all along.
Even if Qin Siyang hadn't arranged for Huo Dangkou to stay in Chu Baxing's room, Chu Baxing would have found another chance to fight him sooner or later.
After weighing his options, Qin Siyang finally sighed. "Looks like I have to make the call."
Chu Baxing nodded. "Exactly. Today is our chance to settle our score. We'll go to the Combat Arena, decide who's stronger, and fight to the death."
But Qin Siyang didn't follow Chu Baxing toward the elevator.
Instead, under Chu Baxing's venomous stare, he activated Conversation Shielding, took out his phone, and made a call.
A few seconds later, Qin Siyang said, "Hello, Commander Chu. Sorry to bother you."
Chu Baxing looked astonished.
Commander Chu?
They had been talking face-to-face. Why had Qin Siyang suddenly called his father?
Standing right in front of Qin Siyang, Chu Baxing could hear what he was saying too.
He instantly froze as though someone had cast a paralysis spell on him, left utterly bewildered