The moment those words left her mouth, Dugu Bo's hand reaching for Ning Rongrong abruptly froze in midair.
The entire Education Committee hall fell deathly silent.
Dugu Bo's clawed hand came to an instant halt less than three inches from Ning Rongrong's neck, his expression shifting uncertainly.
Ning Rongrong's complete disregard for him, a Titled Douluo, was simply far too abnormal!
A thirteen-year-old girl facing the killing intent of a Titled Douluo—not only was she unafraid, she even dared to threaten him so arrogantly?
Either she was insane.
Or she truly had an immense backing!
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes, a trace of wariness flashing through his dark green pupils.
The three committee members were also rooted to the spot.
Meng Shenji furrowed his brows, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong's face for several seconds. The more he looked, the more familiar she seemed.
Bai Baoshan's tiny eyes widened into circles, and the fat on his plump face trembled twice from shock.
Zhi Lin looked the most grave. He stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong, rapidly searching through his memories.
That face...
That bearing...
That manner of speaking...
Prince Xue Xing, standing behind Dugu Bo, went pale in an instant.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. His lips trembled as though he wanted to say something, yet he did not dare.
Xue Beng was even more terrified, his face deathly pale as he desperately tugged at Prince Xue Xing's robe and whispered something.
Seeing everyone intimidated by a single sentence from her—especially Dugu Bo, who stood before her with his claw suspended in midair, his eyes narrowed in grave thought—Ning Rongrong directly let out a rude, mocking laugh.
"I was right. You really are a green-haired turtle."
She raised one hand and made a clownish gesture