Zhuo Jinman laughed, "Then let's continue!"
Yang Feiliu couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, do these people really have no heart?"
"It doesn't matter, I never expected the three major families to share interests with them anyway," Jiang Zhe said, his body exuding the scent of blood.
Blood had splattered on his delicate brows and eyes, making his exceedingly pale face strikingly beautiful. The vivid crimson blended with the color of his lips—gorgeous yet austere, with madness in the emptiness.
"Are you hurt?"
"Someone else's blood," Jiang Zhe replied. Then someone attacked, and he caught the attacker's fist and twisted it viciously, snapping the assailant's arm with a crisp crack.
More and more people charged at them.
Zhuo Jinman and the three major families were now fiercely determined to attack Jiang Zhe and Qin Jingchen.
The live stream was useful, as many people condemned Zhuo Jinman and the major families for their atrocities.