At this moment, the atmosphere on-site was extremely oppressive, with Ci Meigui's people and Yang Yifeng's people on edge, with dangerous sparks constantly shooting through the air.
At the eye of the storm, Yang Yifeng had an indifferent look on his face, as though he didn't take the predicament before him seriously at all. He first patted the shoulders of Qi Tian and others, signaling everyone not to be so tense, then stood up and walked over to Ci Meigui, smiling leisurely:
"Sorry, it's not me who lost, but you."
What?
Upon hearing this, the whole place was in an uproar, especially Ci Meigui who was closest to Yang Yifeng. A cold light flashed across her face, mixed with a trace of disdain, "I lost? Open your eyes wide and see for yourself who has lost! A grown man shouldn't be sore loser just because he's been beaten by a woman, right?"