Bab 6263: Not a Single One Can Fight

However, Jian Wushuang felt it was unnecessary and directly declined.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard a commotion in the lobby.

"Can't take a loss, can you?" he heard someone shout. A group of men was arm-wrestling at a scattered table in the lobby.

One of them, having lost, flushed red with anger and almost started a fight.

Upon seeing this, Wang Lun frowned and immediately went downstairs to intervene.

He addressed the burly man who had shouted, "Brother, please forgive our poor hospitality today. It was my subordinate's fault for being petty!"

After speaking, he glared at his trusted aide.

The burly man, with a black face, quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. I came this time just to see your small dock's strength. I don't care about this!"

"Oh!" Wang Lun's interest was piqued by the man's words. So, this burly man was here to gauge their strength!