"So, you were after it from the beginning?"
Seeing Miyamoto fall silent as if stricken by a chill, Delin, who had been watching the drama unfold for quite some time, couldn't help but speak up.
Rationally he knew he shouldn't ask, but after the successive shocks, he really couldn't control his emotions.
"Of course, otherwise how would I have left bloodstains on it?"
Mr. Luo showed his hand.
"At that time..."
Delin suddenly realized something.
"Did you intentionally injure yourself?"
"Yes, after all, I wasn't very certain at the time, and confirming it in front of a crowd would be somewhat troublesome."
So it turns out that his palm injury was intentional, just to get his blood on the Porcelain Doll to facilitate tracking it later.
He had planned to take advantage of the chaos to come in!
A sigh of indescribable frustration rose in Delin's heart.
From start to finish, they were all just being used.
Just like he said, utterly clueless!
"You are not the first team."