The corridor was silent.
Several survivors stood there dumbly, gradually showing signs of panic in their eyes.
They never imagined that Jiang Qiao would suddenly attack!
He had punched the man in the suit straight into the wall, where he was stuck so firmly he could not be pried out.
This was completely beyond their expectations.
In their imagination, an existence like Jiang Qiao would possess the so-called "bearing of a great expert." Why would he stoop to argue with ordinary people?
"Who else?"
"Who else wants to reflect on their actions?"
Jiang Qiao shouted.
No one spoke. They did not even dare blink.
"Heh."
Jiang Qiao was somewhat disappointed.
He had thought some brain-dead idiot would stand up and accuse him of indiscriminately killing innocent people.
Unfortunately, reality was not a novel.
There were not that many idiots who were unafraid of death.
The only reason the man in the suit had dared to spout nonsense just now was that he had recognized Jiang Qiao and assumed he was from the authorities.
After all, Jiang Qiao's videos were still pinned on the official platforms.
That black lightning was also highly recognizable!
Jiang Qiao shook his head, finding it somewhat boring.
In the end, he turned around and walked into the private room, no longer paying attention to the group.
When the survivors saw Jiang Qiao leave, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
A trace of an unwilling sneer appeared at the corner of the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old's mouth.
He glanced at the man in the suit embedded in the wall.
He quietly took out his phone, intending to take a picture and post it online!
What a damn Celestial Master. He actually dared to scare me.
I'll definitely ruin his reputation!
He had already thought of the title: