The Opponent's First Kill
Editor: Henyee Translations
Yin Wuyao had a cigarette dangling in his mouth when he narrowed his eyes and an imposing expression was replacing the laziness from before.
At this moment, the entire Supreme Alliance was staring at the timer as it counted down.
Coco and Feng Shang were mentally the weakest and stood frozen to the ground.
"27."
"26."
"25."
"24."
As the 24th second flashed past, two slender figures emerged from the grandstand. With a sharp maneuverer, they landed safely at the stage.
They landed with a 'shua', their uniform floating slightly.
A chorus of screams came from the audience because the fans never expected their idol to brush past them.
"Ah!!"
They were beyond ecstatic.
Qin Mo didn't turn back, the imposing aura never once leaving his tall and strong build. His black hair was ruffled from the jump.