"Beauty, how about you come have a few drinks with us? The competition is dull and lifeless, and there's danger at every turn. It'd be a pity for a beauty like you to die. Let's have a good chat, and if we hit it off, my brothers will have your back," the newcomer said with a suggestive look, staring intently at Lan Xue with a lecherous expression on his face.
Lan Xue had the classic elegance of an Eastern beauty mixed with a curious and valiant charm. She was soft yet strong, stunningly gorgeous, and her sensual figure was too much for most men to resist. Luo Zheng felt both pride and helplessness about this—proud that Lan Xue's heart belonged to him, yet helpless as she attracted attention wherever she went. Seeing the newcomer, Luo Zheng snorted quietly without showing his anger, ready to explode, but Lan Xue pulled him back.
"So, if we don't enjoy our chat, do you plan to take us out on the battlefield? Is that a threat?" Lan Xue said coldly, her eyes holding a deadly chill.