"Murderers must pay with their lives!"
"Lu Jue, how could you still stand here and compete in peace!? Jiang Youwei died with his eyes open!" A shrill female voice tore through the air, choked with sobs and exceptionally grating.
"It was him! He drove my son to death! This butcher!"
Jiang Youwei's mother was supported by others, holding her son's portrait in her hands. Those stark black-and-white eyes seemed to pierce through the crowd, staring fixedly at Lu Jue.
All around, countless influencers and reporters holding up their phones were like sharks that had caught the scent of blood. Their cameras locked firmly onto Lu Jue as they passionately narrated this "judgment of justice," their words like poison needles densely stabbing toward him.
The atmosphere in the stands was strange.
The moment some voices tried to defend Lu Jue, they were drowned out by an even greater tide of noise. Like stones cast into a raging current, they raised only a few faint ripples.
More people chose to watch coldly from the sidelines, afraid that even meeting the eyes of the "public enemy" in the arena would drag them into the surging whirlpool of public opinion.
That was right. Lu Jue was neither friend nor relative to them, nor did he have diehard supporters like Fan Jun. Why set themselves on fire for him?
At the edge of the protesting crowd, the people whose invitation Lu Jue had rejected yesterday wore undisguised sneers and gloating expressions.
"Look at him. He's like a rat crossing the street now, everyone shouting to beat him. It's utterly ridiculous!"
"Hahaha, retribution! If he'd given up the competition and added us yesterday, would he be suffering this humiliation today?"
"Enough, say less! Leave some virtue for yourselves!" Only Su Xiaowan frowned deeply. Looking at the