Zhang Xiaowei, despite his suspicions, did not show them.
"Oh really? Then go ahead and give it your best shot," he said.
Tang Jun smirked coldly, twisted his neck, and got into an attacking stance.
Around the stage, except for the area where Qi Yu and the others were, mobile phones had been set up everywhere else.
The live streaming view for everyone was the same, focusing on Zhang Xiaowei and Tang Jun on the stage.
"Guys, an exciting no-holds-barred fight is about to begin. If you think we can win, spam the little hearts; if you think the other side will win, send some flowers."
Soon, voting began in the live streaming room.
People continuously used the gift feature to indicate who they thought would win or lose.
"Let's start!"
Tang Jun, already in stance, looked at Zhang Xiaowei still standing there upright and coldly reminded him.
Zhang Xiaowei gave a slight smile and gestured to Tang Jun with a crook of his finger.