Chapter 217: The Power of the Portrait (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Bastards!"

The monk flew into a rage.

The player holding the donation box was also stunned.

Just then, bursts of gunfire, the clanging of swords, combat, and screams came from outside the hall.

The believers inside the hall felt afraid and couldn't help but prostrate themselves on the ground, praying even more devoutly and earnestly, hoping to receive the protection of Lady Rose.

The monk coldly glanced at the man in the black hat, who was sitting in the front row with his legs crossed, looking relaxed and even taking out a book to read quietly.

"Go out and see what's going on!"

The monk commanded the player guardians beside him in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

This player put down the donation box, gave Jack another look, and then ran towards the door.

But another player from the same guild rushed into the hall first, his body covered in blood and a look of panic on his face.