The Witch was struck speechless.
Leticia's face turned ashen.
The shrimp-trash collective fell silent, while only Miss Lin Ruiqiu pumped her fist. "Collect!"
Facts proved that old ginger was spicier; when it came to predicting matches, you had to look to Sister Ruiqiu.
"Girls, didn't I tell you? What brilliant scheme could your big sister possibly have? I opened three brocade pouches and took out the slips inside. The first said, 'Trust Angelite.' The second said, 'Trust Angelite with all your heart and soul.' And the third, in bold with an exclamation mark, said, 'Trust Angelite wholeheartedly!' Get it now? Your big sister would never harm you."
The speed of Ruiqiu's fist-pumping had reached supersonic levels, rivaling Sister Chu Zi back in the day.
Blind Treasure was gone. She went home.
Tang Bao, a diehard shrimp-trash fan, plopped onto the sofa as though she were drinking soup. All the spirit had simply drained out of her.
Jiang Han had nearly thought Tang Bao was about to turn into a Master Kong noodle cup—aside from the sound of slurping noodles, all she would be able to say was "aba aba."
She tentatively asked, "Is Tang Bao okay?"
"..."
Tang Bao first licked her lips, instinctively putting on a sweet professional smile. But halfway through, her eyes twitched as though she had a toothache. The smile on her lips was caught by her stiff cheeks; she wanted to smile, yet couldn't. She let out a breath. "Actually, I'm fine."
By then, Angelite's entrance music had begun playing throughout the venue.
The.Great.One
The theme was performed by an ensemble of organ and piano blended with modern electronic keyboard, bass, and drums. Its style closely resembled the theme Marilyn Manson had written for Resident Evil in Jiang Han's parallel world: a grim, monotonous melody,