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Lou Cheng returned to the grandstand just as the flickering flames went off. Smiling, Peng Leyun extended his right fist and bumped into his.
"Impressive!"
A compliment rather than a consolation.
"Bravo!" Ann Chaoyang greeted him in a similar way, in terms of action and choice of words.
Ren Li gave him a thumbs-up after the fist-bump.
"Thanks." Lou Cheng smiled and shook his head, the gloominess in him diminishing.
"How is it? How's your injury looking? You need a trip to the emergency room?" Zhong Ningtao asked worriedly.
Just a moment ago he had seen Lou Cheng spit out blood, and even then the unwashed wound on his left fist looked hideous, though it had already been staunched.