"I object!"
With a delicate shout, Qiao Chu walked in with a repressed and gloomy aura.
The hall immediately fell silent, whether in support or opposition, all watched her in silence.
Li Xu had thought that the next time he saw Qiao Chu, she would break down, she would cry and might be left with severe psychological trauma and wounds, to the point where she could feel fear and rejection of the scene world and the Main God Space.
But now, none of those possibilities had emerged.
"Gang conflict?" Qiao Chu shook off Guan Tingting's support, wavered, and then steadied herself, "No need, I want to take matters into my own hands in the scene world and grind those scumbags to dust, every single one of them!"
Anyone could hear the bone-deep hatred in her voice.
After watching the video, Li Xu could completely understand.
Having her limbs chopped off, forced to watch as her arms and legs were fed to zombie dogs.