A soft persimmon.

Before the martial arts performance began at ten o'clock, a group of people were arranged in the banquet hall of the training ground.
As soon as Agost Bishop and Zhang Chufeng stepped in, the excited Zhu Mingyu came to greet them, enthusiastically saying, "Brother Zhuo, why are you here so late?"
"Humph, some people have been eliminated, yet they still shamelessly come here!"
Before Agost Bishop could speak, a sarcastic voice came from the side.
Agost Bishop followed his gaze and...