"If I like it, I won't give it to you." Zoe chose left and right, speaking without fear.
The Sandbone Group members wanted to curse, but were stopped by Blood Eagle.
He didn't say anything, just frowned as he searched through the pile of prizes.
"Why is it missing?"
Blood Eagle's calm expression showed a trace of anger: "That bastard tricked us into the fight, and now even if we win, they don't intend to give it to us!"
"Boss! So we—"
The Berserker's voice grew smaller, hiding the latter part of the sentence while gesturing with Blood Eagle.
"I don't want the Spirit of Combat to drift away, so I've decided to renovate—"
"What are they doing?" The audience's whispers once again interrupted the Platinum King.
Beside his throne, the maid and Reed were trembling like leaves.
Li Ang chuckled, the Platinum King had an amplifier, and if he wanted to speak, no one could interrupt him, but he wanted everyone to listen carefully.
