The corners of Ying Ming Hao's mouth lifted into a sly smile as he raised his right hand, bent three fingers, and gave them a little waggle.
Then he playfully winked at Luo Shuihan, his meaning plain: as long as she agreed to his three demands, he could ensure that she remained safe and carefree, sitting as securely as a fisherman on his platform!
At Ying Ming Hao's gesture, Luo Shuihan's eyes flew wide, and her mouth dropped open so far that a whole boiled egg could have fit inside.
Anger and resentment flooded her heart. A torrent of curses rose to her throat, but she ultimately forced them back down.
After all, she knew perfectly well that the shameless scoundrel before her had always made his living through extortion.
Thinking back to their first clash, Luo Shuihan had reluctantly agreed to one condition he set; later, to claim the championship, she had swallowed her anger and agreed to another three.
If she agreed to these three new demands now, the total would soar to a staggering seven!
With that, how could she have even a shred of freedom left in her life?!
Ying Ming Hao watched Luo Shuihan's expression of death-before-surrender with interest, then leisurely waved his hand. He turned his gaze toward Meng Wanting, who had already stepped onto the platform to fight, and adopted a smug look of certain victory.
Only then did Luo Shuihan notice Meng Wanting fighting fiercely on the Martial Platform, as though she had suddenly awakened from a dream. The world seemed to spin around her, and her head threatened to split.
She had completely failed to notice when Meng Wanting had stepped up to issue a challenge. At this rate, it would soon be her own turn to spar...
Luo Shuihan