"Roll further away, don't do it in front of me, it's annoying." Hope Williams was irritable.
"Thomas Hughes, help me up, let's go, let them fight."
Right beside them, Thomas Hughes, who had just been stifled by that oppressive feeling, immediately came forward anxiously, his hands seemingly supporting Hope Williams.
Hope Williams didn't even glance at them, and left without looking back.
As Hope Williams said that, though both of them hated each other to the extent of wanting to strike with their hands, they couldn't bring themselves to move, just glaring at each other, wishing they could kill with their gaze.
Waylon Lewis snorted coldly and turned to follow Hope Williams.
Liam Cloud watched as Hope Williams walked away, a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and sighed softly, "Ungrateful brute, you still choose to go with him."
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