However, Mo Fan was still reeling from the news of Zhang Xiaohou's death and hadn't heard a word of Zhou Shuming's bullshit.
"If he wants to be a deserter, then let him go. I'm all we need here!" Dongfang Lie sneered.
Crack~~
A faint, teeth-grating sound rang out. Mo Fan had crushed the phone in his hand.
Mo Fan took a deep breath and turned to walk off the competition stage.
Watching him, everyone had no idea what he was doing.
"Mo Fan, where are you going?"
"The match isn't over! Get back here!"
"Is this guy really trying to desert?"
Mo Fan couldn't hear any of them. He only stopped when Zhao Manyan stepped in his way.
"What happened?" Zhao Manyan asked urgently.
"I have to go to the Ancient Capital." Mo Fan steadied himself and spoke earnestly to Zhao Manyan.
He had to confirm whether Zhang Xiaohou was really dead.
Ever since the disaster in Bo City, Mo Fan had held the people around him especially close.
And Zhang Xiaohou had been his childhood friend, someone he'd grown up playing with.
"But aren't the undead running amok there right now?"
"I know."
"You... what about the Nomination Contest?"
"I'll deal with that when I get back."
Mo Fan left, leaving everyone behind to speculate about why he had gone.
"Good riddance. He was just taking up a spot!" Dongfang Lie sneered.
One of Mo Fan's three votes had been Dongfang Lie's. If Mo Fan hadn't barged in and thrown a wrench into things, Zhu Meng's two votes would surely have included one for Dongfang Lie.
With Mo Fan gone, Zhou Shuming couldn't help sighing.
He'd thought that with Dongfang Lie and Mo Fan together, they could teach that guy called Lan Yu a harsh lesson. He'd just heard