"You, you won, let me go." The short, fat guy begged for mercy, but his eyes were full of venom.
"Let you go? That's too easy, isn't it? We agreed that the loser would crawl through the legs." Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled playfully, "There are tens of thousands of people here who can vouch for that. You can't deny it..."
"What crawling through legs?? I never made that bet." The short, fat guy denied flatly, "Furthermore, there's no such rule in the competition guidelines. If you force me, that would be breaking the rules..."
Wang Xiaoqiang sneered coldly, staring at him, "Old man, how old are you?"
The short, fat guy was confused, "Why, why do you ask this?"
"Old man, you must be at least two hundred years old,"
"Yes, I can be the grandfather of your grandfather..."
Wang Xiaoqiang repressed his fury and said, "Haha, is that so? Old man, at your age, you're reneging on your words, playing tricks on a youngster like me. Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you embarrassed?"
