Lei Meng opened his mouth. He wanted to make a tough-guy pledge—"Don't worry, Boss. From now on, I'll protect your family"—but the words caught in his throat.
He knew that with Qin Feng's pride, he would never need such cheap sympathy.
All he could do was offer his heartfelt admiration.
The playful look on Xiong Yanfu's face had long since vanished without a trace.
As the roar of tens of millions of spectators converged into a torrent powerful enough to shake the heavens, a majestic and solemn voice echoed through every corner of the Glory Colosseum.
"Silence!"
With just a single word, the overwhelming roar was instantly suppressed by an invisible force, plunging the entire magnificent colosseum into an eerie, pin-drop silence.
A colossal holographic projection appeared directly above the colosseum, depicting an old man with white hair and a beard, clad in a luxurious, dark-gold long robe. His face held an innate authority, intimidating even without a hint of anger.
