Igor blinked his eyes as if he was somewhat dazed.
"Oh, oh... how come I can't drink now? Oh dear, had I known, I wouldn't have come..."
Finally, he ceased to delve into people's wounds, wiped the liquor from the corners of his lips, sighed at the bottle in his hand as if caressing a lover, and reluctantly stowed it away in his backpack.
The farce was finally over.
The players arriving behind peered around, wondering why Edward, usual the center of attention, looked somewhat distressed.
"There are quite a few people here today." After watching the spectacle, Anna stroked her flame-like beautiful hair and smiled innocently yet seductively:
"I thought... those proud top-ranked players would disdain our organization, but it turns out they still came... Ah, I'm not talking about you, my dear Ma Qiaoli; you're different from everyone else."
