Terry looked at Lucas. Terry's face didn't have the playful look he usually had.
Terry's brown eyes were cold. "Lucas, what do you make of a duel?"
Lucas had been annoying Terry for a long time.
Lucas sneered. "Where?"
There was a kind of frustration that Lucas couldn't let out.
Now that Terry had come over, Lucas didn't want to hold himself back anymore.
"Come with me."
Terry glanced at Lucas, snorted, and turned around.
Hari looked at Terry's back and hurried to turn to Lucas, "Lucas, you are joking, right?"
The two of them were both grown—ups. How could they just get into a fight so easily?
Lucas didn't feel like talking to Hari. He pulled Hari over and said, "Drive and follow him."
Hari chuckled at what Lucas said. "So, I see you do remember that you are drunk, right?"