"It's really perverted, too perverted!" Wu Xuzi stared at Lan Ziye with wide eyes and said in astonishment.

Zeng Li nodded seriously and said, "It's really abnormal to be this fast!"

"I'm not talking about Ghost Seven!" Wu Xuzi said with wide eyes and an exaggerated expression, "I'm talking about Twelve Young Master!"

Zeng Li looked at Wu Xuzi in confusion.

Wu Xuzi flattered him with a servile look on his face, "It's not surprising that Ghost Seven is incredibly fast. Perhaps he's trained for speed, and with his spiritual power supporting him, it wouldn't be surprising if he possessed some inherent attributes. What's surprising is that, despite his speed, our Twelve Young Master could actually see exactly how he attacked, and even recount it to us to clear our confusion. Just imagine, if Ghost Seven knew, what a psychological trauma he would suffer!"

Zeng Li tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded, "What you said does make some sense!" Then she turned to look at Lan Ziye with a grin, gave him a thumbs-up, and said, "Young Miss is still the best!"

"Alright, alright, I know I'm good. No need for you to remind me!" Lan Ziye said cheerfully, "Since you're in a good mood today, I'll share the bonus with you guys later!"

Wu Xuzi was overjoyed and said, "Really?" He knew that there would be benefits every time he praised the Twelve Young Master!

"When have I, Young Master Lan, ever cheated anyone? Besides, it's not a lot of money!" Lan Ziye shrugged and said indifferently.

"A two hundred thousand yuan bonus, and that's only twenty thousand per floor!" Zeng Li couldn't believe her ears and said in shock, "Twenty thousand is given to us just for a few words?"

Wu Xuzi said as if it was a matter of course, "Thank you very much, Twelve Young Master. Money's a bit tight lately, so this is a timely help!"

Lan Ziye looked at Wu Xuzi with disdain and jokingly said, "You're short of money? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm really short on money!" Wu Xuzi complained. "You, the Twelve Young Master, are no longer doing missions. How can I not be short on money?"

Lan Ziye: ...Okay! It's all her fault.

The competition continued, and finally in the evening, it was the fifteenth match, and Lan Ziye took the stage.

"Hey! A gigolo has arrived!" As Lan Ziye entered the arena, a lewd old man stared at him and asked with a lewd look, "Do you want me to protect you for a while?"

Lan Ziye just looked at the wretched old man coldly without saying a word.

The wretched uncle thought Lan Ziye was a soft persimmon who dared not resist, so he boldly reached out his hand and wanted to touch Lan Ziye's fair and smooth face.

Lan Ziye calmly took a step back and said coldly, "You don't have a chance to raise the white flag now!"

"Hahahaha, little brat, I didn't expect that you are so arrogant despite your small stature! If this wasn't the fighting arena of Beiming Street, I would want to carry you, this tender little baby, back home and love you well in front of the King of Beiming Street!" The wretched uncle grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth, and grinned.

"Li Laoer, this cute little baby belongs to me, don't even think about snatching it from me!" A chubby-waisted woman stepped forward and said, "I've taken a fancy to this little baby, and if you give it to me, I'll be gentle with you later!"

"Bah!" Li Laoer spat, "You shameless old woman, you've ruined so many handsome boys, and now you want to steal mine? I can level up if I eat this little thing, so what good will it do you?"