The conference hall suddenly fell silent.
The chubby boss Luo Sanlu stood outside the cage, his lips slightly upturned, looking quite pleased with himself.
His hands dripped with blood.
The intense smell of blood unconsciously spread throughout the hall, permeating every corner of the air, creeping into everyone's nostrils.
Even though the fresh air system on the ceiling was constantly extracting and ventilating, it couldn't take away the blood scent!
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Beside the cage, the two Immortal Technique Committee officers responsible for escorting, sweated profusely, collapsed on the ground, at a loss for what to do.
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The reporters and photographers were all stunned.
How did the prisoner escape from the iron cage?
But this is the Immortal Technique Committee, with Chairman Chen Shu, Wu Qingyun, plenty of committee members, and numerous expert consultants present; it should be fine, right?
Click!
The reporter near the door even took a photo of the chubby boss Luo Sanlu.
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