Suddenly, Sixth Zheng raised this hand and pushed his scabbard in front of Hui Ling, blocking her fist. He gazed at her coldly and said in a low voice, "Not competing."
"Sixth Zheng, we're not afraid of them." A hint of defiance flitted across Wu Xiao'en's chubby face. "Besides, we have you, so how on earth would we be afraid of them!"
"Don't wanna compete." Sixth Zheng retracted his scabbard and turned to walk away.
Seeing this, Hui Ling bolted forward to block his path. She rebuked him with her eyebrows arched in anger, "Sixth Zheng, what do you mean? Are you looking down on our Flying Peng Operation Squad?"
"Yup, we look down on you guys!" Wu Xiao'en's reply caused Hui Ling to raise her hand again, wanting to slap his rotten mouth.
Yet Sixth Zheng glared at Wu Xiao'en coldly, to the point that he shrunk his neck and withdrew back into the squad.