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"Hehe..." Jin Shuai chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and continued, "As the saying goes, one should help those in need. Now that Judge Sheng has admitted defeat and yielded, you are still pressing him relentlessly. Although you won this match fairly, your character is anything but honorable!" He spoke these words casually, as if he were just chatting, but the sarcasm he contained was self-evident.

"How am I not upright and honest? You have to explain yourself to me!" Bai Ye asked angrily, his face flushed.

"Alright, alright, you should just leave. It'll save you some face, so you won't have trouble making a living in the future," Jin Shuai said with a slight smirk, trying to provoke him.

"You must explain yourself clearly, or I will never leave!" Bai Ye's eyes widened in anger, and his voice grew louder and more impassioned.

Seeing this, Jin Shuai suddenly turned around and whispered to his attendants, "Lower your heads." The servants immediately nodded and surrounded Jin Shuai. In a moment, they scattered like a tide, standing on either side of him. Then, Jin Shuai stepped forward and said loudly, "My servants said there's no benefit in telling you, so why would they tell this young upstart? They said unless you're willing to give me what you've won, then maybe it'll work. Forget it, I doubt you'd dare. Hurry up and take your spoils and leave." After he finished speaking, the group of attendants behind Jin Shuai looked at each other, thinking to themselves, "When did we say such things? We've been wronged!"

"Fine... I will grant your request. Speak quickly!" Bai Ye said, biting his lip and suppressing his anger.

"Then I'll ask you all to be my witnesses. I'll ask you a question, and you only need to answer 'yes' or 'no,' no further words required, is that acceptable?" Jin Shuai stared intently at Bai Ye, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked. Jin Shuai said slyly...

"Okay, go ahead and ask!" Bai Ye said.

"Are you a man?!" Jin Shuai asked.

Haha, everyone present was laughing.

"You mean..." Bai Ye said.

"The answer is yes or no," Jin Shuai said.

"Yes!" Bai Ye gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two words, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"Hmm, very good, excellent. Your real name isn't Bai Ye, is it?" Jin Shuai's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Bai Ye with a sly glint in his eyes.

Bai Ye hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "Yes..."

Just then, the previously quiet crowd erupted into a frenzy, with all sorts of noises mingling together to form a noisy ocean.

"Quiet! Everyone, quiet down!" Jin Shuai suddenly raised his voice and shouted. Seeing this, everyone immediately shut their mouths and dared not make a sound.

Jin Shuai turned to Bai Ye and continued, "Did someone tell you that you should participate in this pitch-pot competition, preferably someone from the Sheng family?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ye's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stammered, "Yes..."

"So, did the person who instructed you come to the Sheng family with you?" Jin Shuai pressed on relentlessly, giving Bai Ye no chance to catch his breath.

Bai Ye's face grew increasingly grim, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. He nodded with difficulty and said, "Yes..." At this moment, he secretly lamented his misfortune, never expecting that he would fall into the trap set by the other party so easily.

"Oh? So this person is from the Yuan family, right?" Jin Shuai crossed his arms and stared at Bai Ye with great interest, as if he had seen through everything.