Alex Qi knelt on his left knee, his right hand gripping a blood-red longsword deeply embedded in the ground before him. His gaze was fixed on the hilt, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. His jet-black hair billowed in the wind whipped by his wings.
This time, Alex Qi didn't need to put on airs; his pitiful yet slightly elegant demeanor immediately caused the female students in the audience to scream involuntarily.
Seeing that Alex Qi was alright, Jet turned around and glared at Zhao Meng, while Lyn also looked at Zhao Meng with ill intent.
Zhao Menggang's relaxed mood, relieved that Alex Qi was alright, returned. Facing Jet and Lyn's gaping maws, ready to devour anyone at any moment, few could remain calm.
"I wonder if the boss will settle scores later. It seems like he wen
