In his heart, he silently steeled himself once again.
Dongfang Sansan was truly cunning.
Every sentence he spoke was calm, but within each one, there were traps and hooks. It even made you feel willing to talk with him.
But once you had that feeling, you'd be led by the nose.
Unaware of which sentence, or which subtle expression, glance, he would catch and infinitely extend...
You must be careful to respond, never letting him discover anything more important.
On the field, nine people stood in a line.
Fang Che, Feng Xiangdong, Yuzhong Kuang, Xue Wanren, Dongfang Zhe, Luo Shishui, Meng Wuheng, Tan Dashi, Chu Wuqing.
Nine people stood together as if they were one entity.
Almost the same height.
A sharp aura pressed directly forward.
The people watching on both sides felt that these nine people were incredibly strong!
