Lei Meng's face was flushed with excitement. He tore off his expensive combat suit jacket, and jumped onto a chair, shirtless, wildly waving his clothes, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go! Kill them! One against seven! I've never seen something so thrilling in my life!! Hahaha!!"
Liu San watched from the side, dumbfounded, wanting to intervene but not daring to.
Chu Kuanglan stealthily took out his phone, aiming his camera precisely at the shirtless Lei Meng hopping on the chair, his grin stretching to his ears, calculating how many lavish meals this precious video could extort in the future.
Jiang Wei's red eyes under the hood glanced over Lei Meng, then swept across Chu Kuanglan's phone screen.
A hint of helplessness flickered in her clear eyes.
Subsequently, her gaze penetrated the clamor once again, looking toward the depths of the clouds, her elegant brows furrowing even tighter.
...
On the arena.
