His speaking was stiff.
But the meaning was clear.
Qiao Lian narrowed her eyes at his derisive attitude. She raised an eyebrow at the rather good-looking man.
He twitched his mouth and laughed. There was something evil but charming in the way he laughed.
Qiao Lian smirked and said, "Welcome to China, King."
She extended her hand.
The interpreter conveyed the message to the man.
Immediately, the foreign player laughed and extended his hand.
However, before his hand could make contact, Qiao Lian withdrew hers. She raised an eyebrow again and continued, "… so that we have a chance to take revenge."
Then she stylishly turned and walked away.
King stood there befuddled until the interpreter explained what she had said. Then he narrowed his gloomy eyes.
"CQ? This… is… a joke."
He laughed icily and lowered his head to look at his fingers. He looked up again, towards Qiao Lian now disappearing into the distance.