The Dark Witch stood quietly beneath a streetlamp, gazing at Cao Xing in the distance with a mysterious smile on her lips.
Interest glimmered in her violet eyes as her red lips parted slightly. "My lord, you've finally returned."
Cao Xing stopped, a smile appearing on his face as well. "Mo Yin, you came at just the right time. I was about to look for you."
The woman before him giggled upon hearing this. "Hehe, it seems we truly are kindred spirits."
Seeing that quite a few nobles had rented their own painted pleasure boats, Xiao Yiran understood that the dragon boat race was merely an opening ceremony. The deeper purpose of these dignitaries coming here was likely to build connections with one another.
"Though this may hurt you somewhat, it is indeed the truth. Junior Brother Feng considers you a good friend. It was only a match, and I was already certain of victory, so there was naturally no need for me to go all out. If I accidentally killed you or crippled you, I wouldn't know how to explain it to Feng." Qin Shuang spoke with a serious expression.
After Petrel's players finished their brief celebration, they saw their opponents sitting across from them with dejected expressions. As opponents, STAR had put enough pressure on Petrel; the outcome between them had truly been decided in but an instant.
"No." Another voice came over. When Taro looked, wasn't that Ultraman Leo?
Shen Mingyue smiled without speaking, but her eyes already revealed her disdain.
But that also depended on one's level. Once they reached a certain level, even political stars would learn to keep a low profile, conceal their brilliance, and work diligently. Otherwise, if they were too high-profile, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance they would meet