"You wanted to play a game with me, didn't you? Now's your chance!" Xiao Zheng shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
Swoosh...
Everyone's gaze simultaneously swept towards Xiao Zheng.
The head of the Eighth Institute, Liu Dushe, her eyes gleaming with light, smiled seductively, "Little brother, this isn't a place to show off. Be careful, or you might lose your life here."
"This kid actually dares to provoke Iron Leg King Feng Yunxiao. He really must be tired of living."
"I don't think so. A guy who could dethrone Lei Laohu overnight and succeed him as the new institute head definitely has something extraordinary."
"Just wait for the drama. We have experienced Feng Yunxiao's strength. This kid won't even know how he died."
"..."
All the institute heads, including some prisoners, turned their attention to Xiao Zheng at the center.
In their eyes, Xiao Zheng was digging his own grave, courting his own destruction!
