Chapter 537: The Loser Makes The Sound Of A Dog 3

With a swift kick to Zhang Qiang's butt, I sent him flying straight into the snow.

"Ah!"

Zhang Qiang toppled over, face-first like a dog trying its paw at eating snow. Thanks to the thick snow and his heavy layers, the fall didn't hurt much.

His face buried in the snow, his nose and mouth filled with it, he sputtered, "Spit! Spit! Who's the bastard that ambushed me?!"

Before he could even stand up, a little foot stomped on his back.

Helian Qiao stood with her hands on her hips, her voice full of arrogance, "Admit defeat!"

Zhang Qiang tried to struggle, but the little foot kept him pinned. Turning his head stubbornly, he barked back, "I won't admit defeat! You, ambushing me from behind, are a scoundrel!"

Gu Tingyun: "You broke the game's rules first. You're the scoundrel!"

His nose was slightly red, and his facial expression was severely cold.

Chen Erbao nodded his head in agreement, "Right! You scoundrel! Hardly a real man!"