Long Yi glanced at Lin Qi, seeing only puzzlement in his solitary eye.
The group leaders of both sides saluted each other. Simultaneously, Lin Qi and Cain advanced towards each other.
"How are you back again you bastard," Lin Qi extended his hand.
"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? That guy owed me a favor, then I gambled this face of mine on being ridiculed for half an hour to get it." Cain also extended his hand, and the two firmly shook hands.
"Clean your neck and await death," Lin Qi said.
"Don't pretend to be tough. We've thoroughly researched your ace, Long Yi. This time, it's your turn to wait for death!" Cain forcefully squeezed Lin Qi's hand, who didn't back down, squeezed back for a few seconds, and eventually, neither gained an upper hand. They both let go simultaneously, weird smiles hanging on their faces.
"Wesley, I get the feeling there's something more between these two," Long Yi asked.