"If the Liu family can't afford to lose, you shouldn't compete with Doctor Ye."
"That's right, you obviously lost the competition and still try to deny it. Is Centum Clinic's reputation fake?"
"Who even is this guy?"
"Who else could it be? He's Dr. Liu's son, of course! Francis actually raised such a shallow son."
The relentless chatter of the crowd was getting harsher and harsher.
Francis's face darkened and he shouted, "Quiet! If we lose, we lose. Centum Clinic will certainly keep its word and our sign will be delivered to the Divine Cauldron Chamber in a few days."
"Dad, no! This is the sign of the Centum Clinic, which was bestowed by Emperor Qianlong. We can't give it to him," Hadrian said uneasily.
"We may have lost the match, but we can't lose the reputation of Centum Clinic," Francis bellowed.
"No way! Jacob, we've lost, but I am willing to redeem Centum Clinic's sign at a price," Hadrian shouted.