Presidential Assassination Incident

"So what?" Olga Marie smiled confidently, seemingly completely unaffected by Tezcatlipoca's questioning.

"My authority as President of Earth is unlimited." Olga Marie spread her hands in the same pose as the Supreme Commander of Zeon. "I do whatever the fuck I want!"

"And didn't you say so yourself? Gods are fickle; perhaps today, on a whim, they'll slaughter a species to the brink of extinction..." Zhan Ying stared fixedly at the masked man, afraid that any movement he made might harm Chu Hanyan.

"Then when do we make our move? Wipe out this bunch of bastards in one sweep?" Zhang Zhi, eager to officially become the imperial brother-in-law, hurriedly asked.

Therefore, for "Peerless Elegance" and Xu Jiamu's sake, Lu Xiaoxiao felt it was necessary to voice her truest thoughts.

Yet no matter how heavy the rain became, it could not dilute the thick stench of blood in the air, wash away the dark red blood slowly flowing across the ground, or conceal the corpses and remains strewn all over the mountains.

"Not bad. You bastard are indeed formidable, but don't celebrate too soon. Our contest has only just begun." After saying that to the man, Uncle Zhou turned his horse around and rode back toward his own camp, his expression gradually returning to its usual resolute calm.

"The tea scalded my mouth. It's nothing, nothing." Wanqi Yunliao's throat tightened. "Prince Pingjun, I'll take them back to the room first." He stepped forward and signaled to Xi Ruobai with his eyes, and Xi Ruobai followed him out.

Qin Chuan reached out and gently touched the torn part of Irelia's clothing over her chest, frowning.

"What's there to fear? Our Ruo'er is a high-rank Earth Gate cultivator! Could Yuanxi really lose to a Mo Daoqiong?" Jiang Yi looked as proud as if