No Survivors

The two bodies, their heads blown apart by the divine head, made the atmosphere at the center of the hall oppressively heavy. The air was like solidified cement, sealing the guests' lungs and hearts.

"There's too little information. I can't analyze it!"

Lin Baici spoke honestly. He even suspected that Mink Aunt was deliberately setting a trap for everyone. Maybe whether they lived or died had nothing to do with the questions they asked, but depended on something else.

"What's your guess?"

Sannomiya Airi still wanted to hear what Lin Baici thought.

"Qingqiu, what do you think?"

Lin Baici turned to ask his fellow alumnus.

"Is that mink-clad auntie onstage a god?"

Gu Qingqiu's eyes gleamed. Getting to interact with a god was just amazing.

"Probably!"

Lin Baici was hungry, especially when he looked at Mink Aunt. She was like a sumptuous feast.

He was practically drooling.

Well, the God of Gluttony had confirmed it: Mink Aunt was a god, no doubt about it.

The question now was whether Mink Aunt seemed to be working with a group. Were the other members gods, or people she'd hired?

Lin Baici thought it was probably the former. Who in their right mind would pick a fight with the entire God Hunter community for a bit of pay?

The VIPs who had come today represented many different countries.

If they offended these people, they'd be lucky to get out alive, let alone spend their money!

"I think as long as we satisfy that head, we'll pass!"

Gu Qingqiu wasn't worried at all. She even picked up her drink and took a small sip.

"Want some popcorn?"

Sannomiya Airi teased.

"Thanks!"

Gu Qingqiu didn't refuse. Watching people get their heads blown off was far more thrilling than any blockbuster.

"How do we satisfy it?"