"Damn, I actually bumped into him..."
"It's over, the boss can't use his abilities anymore..."
Zhao Yu strode confidently towards the well-dressed youth, with each step he took, the youth retreated one.
Not only that, but he was also sweating profusely, constantly making eye signals to the person beside him.
"Boss, what do you mean?!"
A companion beside him, not understanding after watching for a while, guessed, "Are you saying, let him have one move?"
This scared the well-dressed youth pale, his eyes nearly popping out.
In desperation, he pointed at the white color on his own clothing.
"Are you saying, you're an idiot, and even my clothes are better than you?!" the companion continued to guess.
The well-dressed youth wanted to hit someone upon hearing this.
Just then, a smarter companion realized what the well-dressed youth meant and hurriedly said, "Our boss admits defeat, you can go in, but you must release this!"