Inside the Supreme 888 private room.
Ke Zhennan's expression was fierce, his intimidating appearance truly enough to quiet a crying child at night.
Cao Qianqian stood at his side, trembling continuously, biting her lower lip tightly to stifle her scream.
Zhao Xue'er looked at Ning Fan, a trace of worry and self-blame flashing in her eyes.
She simply couldn't bear Ke Zhennan's tyrannical way of doing things; plus, Cao Qianqian was her classmate, so she spoke out in support without thinking too much.
Yet, when those thugs in front of her pulled out crossbows, Zhao Xue'er felt a blankness sweep over her mind.
Huaxia is a country where arrows are banned; in the eyes of ordinary citizens, these lethal weapons exist only in war movies and dramas—never had she imagined seeing the real thing one day.
"Brother Ning Fan, you should leave quickly."
Zhao Xue'er spoke with a sob in her voice.
The others in the room had also changed their expressions compared to before.
