Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Xiao Bai and Mule had similar thoughts; they both felt that Wang Zheng's brain was probably messed up somewhere.

The best way to deal with people who shout at strangers in public is to ignore them and let them stop when they get bored.

Xiaobai had originally planned to do the same, but she felt something lightly touch her shoulder.

She turned her head and saw Han Che sitting next to her, gently poking her shoulder twice with his finger.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, giving a small look of confusion.

Han Che raised his eyebrows at her twice, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Xiao Bai frowned, her gaze lingering on Han Che's expression for a moment.

Han Che nodded, then gently raised his chin towards Wang Zheng, who was still shouting.

Xiao Bai's expression immediately changed from confusion to resistance. She rolled her eyes at Han Che, looking completely unwilling.

Seeing that she was unwilling, Han Che nudged her shoulder again, his expression slightly ingratiating.

Xiao Bai sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

The two exchanged glances, thinking no one was watching, unaware that Qiu Ying was watching everything perfectly well, though she had no idea what kind of encrypted call they were having.

Then Xiaobai turned around to face Wang Zheng, her expression shifting to one that even she found awkward. She said in a stiff, monotone voice, "Ah, how dare you insult my club like this! As the club owner, I absolutely cannot let you get away with this!"

After saying this, Xiaobai could feel her lips twitching slightly, but she still forced herself to maintain that posture.

Qiu Ying stared wide-eyed at Xiao Bai's profile with disbelief.

She couldn't understand why Xiaobai would engage with someone who was clearly mentally unstable, especially since the tone of her voice was so strange.

When Wang Zheng heard that someone was finally paying attention to him, he didn't pay attention to his tone and quickly replied, afraid that Xiao Bai would regret it.

"Pah! I don't fight with women. Call Han Che out here. If you're not convinced, let's have a match! We'll compare the results of this match! The loser will bark three times like a dog!"

The crowd was even more speechless. Was this all the trouble they had been deliberately stirring up?

The Dragon Club members around them finally felt relieved after hearing the request to "bark three times."

Several people turned their faces away at the same time, either looking down at the ground or supporting their foreheads with their palms.

Especially the female team members, they had already covered their faces with their hands, they really felt ashamed.

Xiao Bai was also speechless. He glanced at Han Che out of the corner of his eye and continued helplessly, "Fine, let's compete. Who's afraid of who? Han Che, go and defeat him."

After saying that, Xiaobai quickly took half a step back, as if she wanted to hand over the stage to Han Che, because she was already embarrassed and her toes were digging into the ground.

Qiu Ying then realized that it was Han Che who had asked Xiao Bai to do it; all that flirting earlier was for this reason.

"You think you can challenge me by just barking three times? I'll let you bark all you want." Han Che stepped forward. "You're so arrogant, you must be a great shot. You'll bark for ten minutes less for every target you shoot, dare you?"

Wang Zheng slapped his thigh. "So your name is Han Che? I've disliked you for a long time. You've never done anything worthwhile, so why are you so arrogant? Perfect for me! I'll bet on this!"

In a corner of the VIP room ceiling, a hidden surveillance camera flashed a red dot, recording this scene.

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"Hahahaha, Old Mike, is this the famous idiot from your club?"

"What's your name? Wang Zheng! That's something else! Your brain's as straight as your name!"

In front of a camera in a surveillance room, a casually dressed middle-aged man pats the shoulder of a silver-haired man in a suit next to him and laughs loudly.

"How can this thing..." The silver-haired man was speechless, half-covering his face, even he felt embarrassed.

The two middle-aged men were Mai Qiyao and Liu Yan, the chairmen of the Longteng Club and Fengming Club, respectively.

The two of them also came to Longcheng, but they kept their departure a secret, and few people knew about it.

Liu Yan was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. He leaned back on the sofa, covering his mouth with his hand, but the laughter still escaped through his fingers.

"I just wanted him to provoke that Han Che, how could he be so undignified? It's so embarrassing." Mai Qiyao awkwardly gripped the sofa armrest.

"Hahaha, Old Mike, this idiot even knows people in our club, and you didn't? You still gave him the task? I really don't know where you got such a talent! Hahahahahaha!"

Liu Yan laughed so hard he seemed to be out of breath, his face flushed red, and he squeezed out a few tears, completely lacking the composure a man in his forties or fifties should have.

Mai Qiyao's expression became even more complicated. He reached up and rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the growing headache. "Wasn't Han Che supposed to be a good shot? This Wang Zheng has a low EQ, but his marksmanship is indeed quite good..."

"But I never imagined that someone with low emotional intelligence could have such low intelligence!"

Mai Qiyao felt utterly humiliated in front of his old buddy. He stood up, walked to the screen, and glared angrily at Wang Zheng on the monitor. "Just you wait, if you can't beat me, I'll give you a good beating when we get back!"

Liu Yan finally calmed down a bit from his laughter. He stood up, wiped his eyes, and pointed at Mai Qiyao, "You heartless boss! Someone's doing you a favor, and you still want to mess with them!"

Liu Yan joked, "Should I send a few of our people to provoke them too? Don't worry! I guarantee their emotional intelligence will be higher than this."

Mai Qiyao shook his head. "Let's see how this first match goes."

Liu Yan nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, she spoke in a serious tone and with a earnest expression, "How many do you think your son-in-law could take on?"

"Judging from his record..." Mai Qiyao paused halfway through his sentence, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Who the hell said he's my son-in-law?" Mai Qiyao turned sideways and delivered a sweeping kick with incredible speed, aiming straight for Liu Yan's face. His suit and tie seemed to have no effect on his movements.

Liu Yan took a half step back, braced himself with his arms, and caught the kick. He smiled and said, "Hey, look at you, in such a hurry again!"

Mai Qiyao ignored him and took a couple of breaths. "Thirty targets, he should be able to hit at least twenty-three or twenty-four, otherwise I really look down on him."

Liu Yan scoffed, "Only twenty-odd? I thought you were going to say you were going to call the full number."

Mai Qiyao rolled his eyes at him. "You medical students don't understand shooting at all. This system gets harder and harder as you get higher scores. You only need to hit 15 targets to pass, and getting 20 or higher is considered excellent."

"Is a fixed target really that difficult?" Liu Yan asked, puzzled.

Mai Qiyao was too lazy to explain to him anymore, and stared at the screen, ignoring him.