"He bared his teeth at you?" Luan Xiaohu, standing beside Zhen Shuang, glared as soon as he heard this. He had always been squarely built and robust since he was little, acting as the muscle in their trio of scoundrels.
Wang Xiaoli took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a ring of smoke, and said, "Baring his teeth would be an overstatement, but he did come off quite arrogant, just rubbed me the wrong way and ticked me off!"
Upon hearing this, Luan Xiaohu said, "That's easy to deal with. Just need to signal our familiar folks to snipe him in a coordinated attack. Didn't he score just one point in the first round? And his tail number is pretty high too. If he ends up next to one of our brothers in the next mixed breed round, we can just set him up and be done with it!"