The two mentors who almost looked identical nodded at the same time. One of the mentors scanned Liao Meng's face with blue light emanating from his eyes.
Oddly enough, under his eyes, the veins on Liao Meng's face all bulged, and the man seemed to be wearing a bloody mask.
Now, everybody could see that Liao Meng's boiling blood was running all over his body and his face.
"Mr. Liao Meng, you're out," said the mentor with blue eyes coldly.
"I'm out?"
It was not until ten seconds later that Liao Meng finally realized what it meant. His pupils constricted as he stared at Chu Zhiyun and Tang Ka.
For a moment, Tang Ka even suspected that Liao Meng would lunge at him.
But eventually, Liao Meng simply jumped back after a scream, trying to escape from the supermarket.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
His portable crystal processor shrieked. It was like a burning shackle that was restraining a rash and furious soul.
