"Your turn, Yan!"
A trace of provocation crossed Chen Jue's brow, his torch-bright gaze shooting straight toward the retreating figure.
Yan's throat bobbed, as though he were trying to swallow the fear in his heart.
His eyes betrayed a terror he could not hide.
After all, he had just seen what had happened to Tang San. His face had been beaten into a pig's head!
If I end up like that, how will I ever face Nana again?
It would be too humiliating!
In that brief silence, Chen Jue appeared before him like a phantom.
"Wait!"
Yan abruptly thrust out a trembling hand, trying to stop Chen Jue from advancing.
His voice shook like an autumn-night wind rustling through withered leaves.
"Hold on... a gentleman uses words, not fists. You..."
Yan spoke as he backed away, fear breaking his voice into fragments, like a candle guttering in the wind that might go out at any moment.
"A gentleman? I'm no gentleman. In certain matters, I'm especially happy to be a scoundrel!"
Just as nervous sparks flickered in Yan's eyes and he braced himself for Chen Jue's possible attack.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jue merely rested his large hand gently on Yan's shoulder.
"Look how nervous you are. I'm not going to hit you!"
"But you'd better honor our earlier wager on your own. Otherwise, I can be very scary when I get physical!"
Chen Jue's tone carried a hint of mockery without losing its authority.
Hearing this, Yan's face instantly turned as white as paper.
He instinctively glanced at Pighead San, who lay nearby with wounds all over his face. His heart clenched, and he immediately snapped back to his senses.
When he looked at Chen Jue again, an invisible force seemed to press down on his legs.
In the end, he