Zhao Jiwei suppressed his laughter and said, "Okay, let's bet on a pack of spicy strips."

Wang Yi shook his head: "Just bet on a pack of spicy strips? You should respect me. No matter what, they are still the Japanese national team. Let's bet bigger, bet on five packs."

Zhao Jiwei really couldn't hold it in at this time.

He burst out laughing.

"Pfft hahaha, just bet five packs."

Zhang Bentianjie almost vomited blood at this time.

He turned around and glanced at the referee next to him.

Referee, can I hit someone?

And the key problem is that he can understand what these two people say, but if he wants to talk trash to these two people, they can't understand it at all.

It’s so uncomfortable.

Wang Yi suddenly accelerated at this time.

However, his acceleration did not come from the left or the right.
Chapter completed!