1751 Do You Want This Young Sir to Step In?

Yet Young Sir Ding gestured for his men to step in. Several guards unsheathed their swords and directed them at Family Head Kou.

As long as he made a rash move, the guards' swords would not show him mercy.

Seeing that the situation was spinning out of his control, he had no other choice. With a flick of his sleeves, he sternly reprimanded Qiao Mu and her group, "You're lucky that the Qianluo Underground Battle Arena is safeguarding you today! But let me see who will still be protecting you when you leave this underground battle arena."

Qiao Mu swept him a glance before looking up at Young Sir Ding. She deadpanned, "This person has completely no regard for you by spouting such arrogant words in your underground battle arena. Will you tolerate him walking out of the arena?"

Kou Dehai was staggered by this, and his expression instantly stiffened.

His gaze simply looked like he was going to devour her.

Will this d*mn lass really not get beaten to death for instigating Young Sir Ding like this in his face?

Young Sir Ding smiled extremely amiably. "If Qiaoqiao doesn't want him to, this young sir will give the order to eradicate him."

"You dare do that to the patriarch of the Kou Clan? You're not afraid that your battle arena will get uprooted?"

Young Sir Ding jeered, "It's just a tiny Kou Clan. Even if this young sir kills him, no one will listen to him in the palace of the King of Hell."

Qiao Mu gave an "oh" and did not say anymore.

Young Sir Ding raised an eyebrow. "Do you want this young sir to step in?"

Qiao Mu didn't utter a sound.

She wasn't so dumb that she would tell him to kill the guy!

If she even made so much as a grunt, wouldn't that mean she would owe this Ding person a favor?

You've got to be kidding. Was it that easy to obtain a favor from her?

This was just the patriarch of a tiny Kou Clan. If she didn't want him to live, she could do the deed herself. It simply didn't require someone else at all.

Young Sir Ding sighed upon seeing her keep mum. "Sigh! Qiaoqiao still doesn't trust me."

Qiao Mu harrumphed. Trust?

Did the word "trust" characterize him?

How could she trust a prodigal who frequented the pleasure quarters?

Young Sir Ding winked at her. "Actually, if we interact more, you will know that I am actually a good person!"

Qiao Mu responded with a sarcastic laugh, but she did not say anymore. She just impatiently waved her petite hand, indicating that he shouldn't bother her and keep her from watching the competition.

Granted, most of the matches on stage were so boring that they made her sleepy.

Luckily, there were one or two out of the ten matches on stage that were rather engrossing.

For that reason, Qiao Mu felt that the bunch of people around them were eyesores. She just wanted them to quickly chase them out of there.

Kou Dehai involuntarily got infuriated when he saw them talking while ignoring him completely.

He had originally planned to capture Qiao Mu and them today. Even if that didn't work out, he would get the antidote from her.

Yet not only did he not get a single thing done, he even had to suffer a bellyful of anger for no reason. This made Kou Dehai extremely chagrined.

"Young Sir." At this time, Tang Cheng had walked up to Young Sir Ding and respectfully handed him a checklist.

Young Sir Ding shook it open and stated unhurriedly, "Family Head Kou, your disciples wrecked two rows of seats and also caused a bunch of ugly dents and ruts in the floor. Even if this young sir hires someone to fix that, I would require spirit currency."

"According to the checklist, these items you wrecked are worth 8456 spirit currency. This young sir won't count the small change and will just charge you 8000."