"Now, do you still think you're invincible?" Qian Cangyi asked, with a slight smile on his face.
It suddenly felt to Lin Zheng as if he were immersed in the icy waters of the Arctic Ocean, surrounded by an endless white expanse, with nowhere to cling to.
"No, no, you're bluffing!" Lin Zheng denied, shaking his head frantically.
"Are the wounds on your back completely healed?" Qian Cangyi asked calmly, showing no signs of anger.
Regardless of Lin Zheng's denials, his body wouldn't lie. The wounds on his back were still throbbing slightly. But he had already lost at rock-paper-scissors today, so he didn't care much. Even if he died, he could start over, and riding a roller coaster even while injured wasn't a major issue.
"Now, I should have qualifications equal to yours to negotiate terms." said Qian Cangyi, interlinking his hands on the table.
"What... what do you want?" Lin Zheng felt disheartened, like a gambler who had lost his trump card.