"Let's go!"
Hong Xiangjun puffed out her chest and lifted her head, holding Dong Huiying's hand with a spirited air about her.
The jade-colored gown, though wide and large and not quite fitting, had its hem cut off with scissors to prevent dragging on the ground. Despite this, she still looked like a child playing dress-up in an adult's clothes.
Dong Huiying, blissfully unaware of how adorable she appeared, sat down in a private room on the second floor. Hong Xiangjun arranged her hair, maliciously tying her long black hair into two small horns, to which Dong Huiying showed no reaction, instead focusing intently on the fight unfolding below.
The first match had already started, featuring two men—one of them was Black Panther, who had warmed up the crowd during the day.
Black Panther's moves were quite fierce, but as Dong Huiying watched, she noticed something off.
Why did Black Panther's techniques seem like they were designed solely for killing?
