After the white-haired young man finished speaking, a few of the remaining candidates unconsciously glanced at a youth wearing a silver earring.
Wang Su averted his gaze, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural.
It was clear the idea was his.
The crew-cut burly man, however, was composed. His eyes were fixed on the white-haired youth, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mubai, don't make baseless claims."
"Moreover, even if it was really related to us, it's still permitted within the rules."
"Even if you're upset, you can't find fault with us..."
"Heh..."
A sneer touched Xiao Mubai's lips as he suddenly reached out and ripped off his shirt.
"SHRED—"
Beneath his blue short-sleeved T-shirt, he wore a black, skin-tight undershirt.
The material of this undershirt was unknown, but under the indoor lighting, it exhibited a lustrous, scale-like sheen.
Upon seeing this garment, the pupils of the crew-cut burly man and his companions contracted sharply.
