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A huge thunder crash bomb!

The crowd gasped again. Evidently, this was specially prepared for them. The platform was only this big, and once the bomb was triggered, anyone present would die. Even immortals would not be able to escape.

As the smoke slowly cleared, Meng Fuyao's figure appeared. Her hand was clasped tightly on the throat of a thin and petite man. Someone shouted angrily, "Isn't that the vice head of the Soaring Clan?"

"So he's a spy!"

The crowd became indignant. The content of their scolding once again returned to the important body parts of their mothers, sisters, and aunts. Since there was an obvious target, even the great-grandmother of the vice head was said to have had countless physical and intimate interactions with the men present.

Meanwhile, the thin man tried to seek survival. He struggled and screamed, "No, no! I'm wronged! I'm wronged!"