The battle had begun.
Of course, don't you all think that this battle would involve wielding chairs and wine bottles in a brawl.
That kind of battle would not occur on this occasion.
This was a face-saving contest between two young masters!
To win, one must win beautifully, elegantly.
Otherwise, a victory through brute force would already be a loss!
Liang Lan, feigning a direct assault, took the initiative.
"Look at my memory, forgetting to offer a cigar to Young Master Lu."
With a self-reproaching demeanor, Liang Lan picked up a cigar, stood beside Lu Xiaobu, skillfully lit the cigar, and then, seemingly dissatisfied with the way the cigar was burning, gently blew on the bottom of it.
Whoosh!
That breath, carrying Liang Lan's fragrant breath, was not aimed at the cigar, but swept past it, heading towards Lin Feng's card pyramid.
While Liang Lan launched her first attack, Zhang Meng and Li Jin stood motionless behind Lu Xiaobu, fulfilling their duties as bodyguards.
