"Am I... still alive?"
Su Zimai silently murmured to herself, slowly opening her eyes from the darkness.
She belatedly raised her head, staring at the Queen's Statue bound by restraint belts. The cold blade was inches away; the dagger was about to pierce into Su Zimai's head.
Su Zimai was momentarily stunned and realized she seemed to be lying in a puddle, the floor beneath her wet.
A moment later, she blankly lifted her head, seeing a shadow through her tear-blurred vision, holding a novel with a calm demeanor.
"... Brother, brother?"
Looking at the figure wrapped in restraint belts, for some reason, she subconsciously uttered these words.
In the dead silence, everyone's eyes in the auction hall were drawn to the pitch-black figure dangling from the ceiling. Even amidst the battlefield, constantly threatened by collateral damage, he unhurriedly read his book.
"Is that..." Lan Duoduo was stunned.