"Xiao Wu, what happened to Tang San? Don't tell me... he lost his Soul Fighting match?" Dai Mubai frowned at Tang San, who sat in a corner looking utterly lost, his tone three parts confusion and seven parts curiosity. "Even if he lost, surely he wouldn't look like this."
"Boss Dai, Third Brother and I... did lose." Xiao Wu lowered her eyes. "We lost to Cola."
"Cola?" Oscar leaned over, completely bewildered. "Who's that? What a strange name."
"His name is Jiang Che. He used to... attend the same primary academy as Third Brother and me."
Xiao Wu continued, "He defeated both Tang San and me by himself."
"By himself?" Dai Mubai's eyes flew wide. "Weren't you fighting two-on-two? You and Tang San both lost to him alone?"
"What's so surprising about that?" Ning Rongrong chuckled, her gaze drifting almost imperceptibly toward Zhu Zhuqing. "I think Zhu Zhuqing could fight two-on-one too. With her speed, handling two opponents would be more than manageable."
"It's not that simple." Oscar shook his head, his expression turning serious. "The last time Zhu Zhuqing fought Tang San, it was a draw. Neither could get the better of the other. If that was how one-on-one went, then two-on-one? With Tang San and Xiao Wu as the opponents?"
Xiao Wu bit her lower lip. "I don't want to admit it... but Jiang Che really did sign up for two-on-two alone. Third Brother isn't this dejected just because he lost... it's because of me." She lowered her head to look at the countless wounds on her arms and thighs. "He thinks he failed to protect me. That's why he's trapped himself in this dead end."
"Jiang Che..." Ning Rongrong repeated the name softly, a flicker of interest rising in her eyes. The fighting strength Tang San had