"Leaving just like that?"
Luo Qingtong slightly tilted her head, and beneath the black hood, a hideous Rashamon mask was revealed.
The ferocious Rashamon, with its evil smile, gazed silently at Yuwen Mo and the others across from it.
"Just now you accused me of being cruel and fishing for compliments! How come... now that the truth is out, you're not prepared to express anything?"
Luo Qingtong indifferently flicked her sleeve as she looked at them.
As she spoke, the people of the Bloody Battle Arena also stood up.
"That's right! You were just maligning the Evil Doctor, and now you think you can leave after hurling insults? There's no such good deal!" A group of burly rough men glared at Yuwen Mo and company with unfriendly eyes.
"What do you want?" Yuwen Mo's complexion was already bad, but it turned even uglier when Luo Qingtong called them out.
Although he was asking the people of the Bloody Battle Arena, his gaze was fixed on Luo Qingtong.
