On the Sea-Subduing Tower, Hong Jiu stood atop the roof ridge, his gaze coldly fixed on Lin Fei, who was hanging from the eaves. He shouted, "Kid, aren't you very capable? Come on up, let's have a proper fight again."
Below the tower, the citizens were worried about Lin Fei's safety. Seeing Hong Jiu still clamoring for a duel with Lin Fei at this moment, without trying to rescue him, everyone felt indignant towards the old man.
Someone couldn't help but criticize Hong Jiu on the roof ridge, "How can you be like this? The man is about to fall, and you're still only concerned about the duel!"
"Exactly, what's more important, the duel or a life?"
"Quickly call the police to rescue him!"
Facing the crowd's accusations from below, Hong Jiu remained indifferent, letting out a cold snort, and said, "Before the fight, we had already agreed on the life-and-death stakes, win or lose, it's up to fate. Even if he falls, it's none of my concern."