As Nicole emerged from the side door of the conference hall, she felt a buzzing in her head.
The door to the conference hall closed behind her, blocking off the ruckus and quarrelling noise that had erupted from within.
Nicole took a deep breath and there was a certain expression on her face.
Blood Verdict.
To think it would be Blood Verdict.
Nicole then gave a deep exhalation and clenched her fists.
“They really do have balls!”
…
“We are but a bunch of thigh huggers.” Qiao Yifeng looked at Chen Xiaolian as he said that. “However, we also have courage! We are not cowards! The only thing we can still pride ourselves in is that… we are willing to give our blood! We are not afraid of spilling blood!”
Chen Xiaolian straightened himself.
He was able to discern a certain conviction within Qiao Yifeng’s tone – this was not a pleasant feeling. Rather, it felt as though it was a conviction that carried with it a predisposition toward destruction.
