Sea Race

Ling Han smiled faintly, his eyes sweeping over Jin Yulu and the others. He did not even spare a glance at Hong Tianbu, and said calmly, "You all behave yourselves. If you do anything illegal, the Foreign Affairs Department will definitely not be reserved."

"Let's go." He waved a hand, and Princess Bixiao immediately followed him. The two of them left.

The atmosphere here seemed very oppressive. After a while, some people immediately excused themselves, saying that they had something to do, and had to go back to deal with it, while others said that they were not feeling well, and had to rush off for treatment.

Very quickly, there was only less than one third of the people left here.

Jin Yulu's beautiful eyes were filled with fury, while her hands were forcefully gripping onto the armrests of her chair, her whole body enshrouded in a coldness.

At this point, even if this martial arts gathering continued, could it still be called a "great gathering"?