Although Yi Chen could not guess William's ultimate goal, he had his own ideas. As long as he could reach a deeper level and surpass everyone else, whatever William was planning or plotting, he could cut it apart with his blade.
When he returned backstage, five or six people had already arrived one after another. Each had their own distinct qualities; they could be called the world's most outstanding elites.
Yet no matter how outstanding they were, it was difficult for them to compare with Jin, a High Table knight personally chosen by Tomie who had already reached the level beneath the King.
They naturally noticed the difference in Jin, as well as the gap in purity. Some had even secretly joined forces, preparing to deal with Jin together on the Final Stage.
Just as Yi Chen reached the door of the private dressing room, a hand suddenly shot out, hooked around his neck, and dragged him inside.
Liu Xinzhi's makeup before going onstage was already finished, though it was only a very light layer.
After all, the influence of Tomie had already given her a stunning appearance. Makeup merely provided a slight enhancement to her looks.
She was still waiting for the designer to bring the so-called "beauty pageant outfit," so Liu Xinzhi was currently wearing only lingerie and sitting on the vanity, facing Yi Chen as he entered.
Click—the door closed.
Liu Xinzhi immediately spread her arms and hugged him, her legs winding around his waist.
However, there was no ambiguity in the atmosphere. Liu Xinzhi rested her head lightly on Yi Chen's shoulder and spoke by his ear with extraordinary resolve.
"Mr. Yi, kill me now! I've already thought it through... Rather than dying at that woman's hands, I'd rather have you kill me in advance."
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