"Qu Lexian, he's very innocent." Xiao Zheng looked at the angry crowd before him and sighed.
"Anger always needs a scapegoat." Tang Luo's expression was quite indifferent; he had anticipated the current situation.
The strong vent their anger by attacking the stronger; the weak vent their anger by attacking the weaker.
Even if Qu Lexian really did throw the match, it must have been under the instruction of the house. Could a mere Mortal Realm warrior resist? But looking at the frenzied crowd, they seemed to be unable to see the true sinners, the house, and vented their anger onto the boxer who had struggled till he passed out.
Under the protection of several Transcendental Realm guards, Qu Lexian was lifted off the arena for recovery. But hearing the noise around him, louder than during the match, Tang Luo knew that what he would face when he woke up would be more terrifying than losing the match.
"Let's go." Xiao Zheng's voice was bleak.
