"MY TITLE IS THE KING OF BLOWFISH!"
Dozens of heads tilted slightly. Mouths parted in utter shock and disbelief. Somewhere in the back, somebody snorted and then immediately choked it down.
The stillness was absolute, to the point where it pinned them silent. The echo of his voice rang in the audience's head.
Not once. Not twice. Hundreds of times.
They didn't immediately register his words. After the candidates introductions from Li Yuxin and Zhao Huan, the entire assembly seemed to collectively glitch.
Vergil, who remained on the podium was also a part of this. His cheeks reddened, his mind spiralling into chaos.
Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why! Why!? Why can't I keep this mouth shut!
In the middle rows, Elena covered her mouth with both hands, a small muffled squeak escaped her lips as her restraints made way.
Eleanor in contrast, remained unmoving. Her eyes narrowed on his figure. She didn't look surprised but amused by his actions.
