"This young master made a bet with Chu Feng, none of your damn business!"
"Anyone dares to babble more, I must remind you the Qiao Family is not to be trifled with. Be careful or you'll end up dead."
Qiao Sheng gritted his teeth, his face ferocious, beginning to get fierce.
Last time, under the pressure of Niu Baotian, he had knelt in the training ground, calling himself a fool. This time, he was determined not to honor the bet.
"Chu Feng, what do you count for? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes."
"With your lowly kind of trash, where did you even get that so-called bet agreement? Dream on if you think you can swindle this young master. No way in hell."
"Get lost, a good dog doesn't block the way! Otherwise, don't blame this young master for being rude!"
Qiao Sheng's cultivation was not weak, he possessed the strength of a Seventh Rank Swordsman.
He was even two ranks higher than Prince Liu Ping.
