"You're dreaming. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Who is the granddaughter of the God of War? Would she even look at a chicken butcher like you?"
"You know what, last time I confessed to a girl, she told me to take a piss and look at myself in the mirror. I did so right then and there, and then she suddenly said she wanted to be with me. I don't know how that happened."
Listening to the discussions of the audience below, Qiao Suinian and the others roughly understood how the Jinling Celebration was played. To put it simply, it was a battle to defend the title. Whoever could defend until no one dared to challenge them again was the winner.
This is good news for them. They don't need to worry about so many complicated details; it's all about individual ability. Now that they understand, all that's left is to register.
They struggled to push through the crowd to reach the front of the registration area, where a long queue had formed, and there seemed to be an argument due to the large number of people.
"Why are you cutting in line? Everyone else is queuing properly, why are you being treated differently?" a man in blue said indignantly.
"What's it to you? Rules are for the weak, the strong always make the rules! Listen up, my rules are the rules!" Another man with a long face said with a look of disdain.
"If I don't like something, I have to say it!" the man in blue said, sticking his neck out. "Social values are being corrupted by people like you!"
The argument between the two attracted an old man who was sweeping the floor. The old man had gray hair and a hunched back. He listened to the argument with great interest, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes looking around, as if trying to determine who was right and who was wrong.
When the old man heard that the social atmosphere was being corrupted by people like the horse-faced man, his gaze slowly locked onto the horse-faced man, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Heh, so what if I cut in line? What can you do to me?" The horse-faced man smirked.
"Fine, fine! I can't do anything to you, right? You wait! Since that's how it is, I'll cut in line before you later, and you can't stop me even if I cut in line ten times!"
As soon as the man in blue said this, the old man sweeping the floor, whose gaze had been fixed on the man with the horse face, instantly shifted to the man in blue, and his eyes became firm!
"You're not just cutting in line, you're cutting in for ten people?"
Snap!
The old man slapped the man in blue across the face!
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