Swoosh!
As Trent's words were heard, everyone present, including the countless elders from the various associations across the country, was shocked.
They thought. I ... was right here?
Arrogant!
That was so arrogant!
Just listening to these words, everyone had that impression of Trent!
Following the voice, they saw Trent standing at the door.
He was dressed in black, with a white mourning belt on his forehead. He stood straight and his face was full of coldness.
He came!
The moment he appeared, he became the center of attention.
Trent raised his eyes and his gaze landed on the two photos in Ronan's hand.
"Hmph!"
He wondered, a confused loser! He even attacked a girl!
A vicious son of a bitch! A jealous bastard!
Now, the elders think you are a victim and I am an evil monster.
How ridiculous!