Who?
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
As Pride spoke, "Qin Ran" walked toward the attendant.
The attendant standing beside James VIII had already reached for James VIII when he saw the smile on "Qin Ran's" face, as though an evil god were looking down upon all living beings.
He did not know why "Qin Ran" had made such a choice.
But he knew what he had to do at this moment.
This attendant was quite confident in his own strength. As one of the few "Yuan'er" of the Gloomwood School, he naturally had reason to be proud.
Not only was he skilled with curses, his close-quarters combat ability was no weak point either.
Otherwise, he would not have infiltrated Warren Palace.
Though he faced the White Wolf of the Wolf School, this "Yuan'er" believed he could seize the "trump card" before "Qin Ran" touched him.
However...
Just as the attendant's fingers were about to touch James VIII, his body became unable to move.
A hand had grabbed his wrist at some point.
Instinctively, this "Yuan'er" of the Netherwood Faction turned his head.
He saw an angry face.
And it was still...
"Qin Ran"!
"How is that possible?!"
This utterly bewildered "Yuan'er" opened his mouth wide.
He wanted to say something more, but Wrath knocked him to the ground in a barrage of punches. Within moments, he had been smashed into a puddle of pulp.
And Wrath seemed to still be unsatisfied.
He continued swinging his fists until the floor of the meeting hall cracked apart.
Looking at the proud "Qin Ran."
Looking at the wrathful Qin Ran.
Old Count Aidale's eyes widened involuntarily.
"Dr-Dragon School?"
The old count muttered softly.
Pride ignored that murmur completely. He grabbed the other's collar and threw him out of the meeting hall.