Upon hearing Zhao Rong agree to the contest, the master immediately said, "Good. Since you've agreed to the challenge, let's start with the first event…"
Zhao Rong glared at him. "The first event? What is it? Spit it out already!"
The master chuckled, snapped his fingers at a nearby disciple, and ordered, "Drag out the man who owes me money and refuses to pay."
At his command, several disciples dragged a man who had been beaten half to death from the Bone-Setting Hall.
When Zhao Rong saw the blood-soaked man before him, he immediately turned to the master and demanded, "You're a doctor! Forget about not saving the dying and aiding the injured—why are you beating people?"
The master laughed cruelly. "This brat owes me money and won't pay. If I don't beat him, are you going to pay it for him?"
"How much does he owe you?" Zhao Rong replied coldly. "I'll pay it for him."
