Damn, weren't we driven out by you?
Mr. Fang completely ignored everyone's reaction, wearing a cold and indifferent face, leading the crowd to assemble, and then gracefully passing through the crowd. The formation was neat, the steps resounding.
In an instant, they were far away.
Watching the departing team, everyone's faces were complicated, their moods even more so.
Especially those in Hall One, their feelings were exceedingly complex.
Many had red eyes... so envious they could die!
Mr. Lei, the Deacon, had a dark face, ashamed beyond measure: "Let's also wrap it up."
In the ranks, a veteran Deacon coldly remarked: "They wrapped it up because they were ashamed. Why are we wrapping it up? Our faces are all glowing, we haven't even broken a sweat."
Mr. Lei: "..."
Mr. Lei said nothing, so everyone turned to look at those who were transferred from Hall Two, glancing at them with meaningful expressions.
Inexplicably, they felt pleasantly satisfied.
