Zhao Jun didn't even glance at Li Chuan; he turned directly towards Wang Qing and coldly said, "It's your turn!"
Where Wang Qing dared to fight Zhao Jun again, he quickly stepped back and stammered, "I... I give up, I... I can't beat you..."
"Give up?" Zhao Jun coldly said, "I said earlier, if you beat me, you can leave. If you don't beat me, then you can't leave."
Su Yang waved his hand, and a few men stepped forward. Su Yang said with a faint smile, "If you lose, each leaves behind one hand and one leg, then you may go!"
Seeing the machetes that those beside Su Yang had taken out, Wang Qing's legs shook with fright.
Knowing Su Yang's financial power, he was aware that for someone of Su Yang's status, killing them was as trivial as squashing ants. As for chopping off their hands and legs, that would pose no problem at all. Therefore, he had no doubt that Su Yang's men would go through with it.