Yezi Is Never Wrong, So He Must Be the One Who Is Wrong

Facing Uvogin's dissatisfaction, Chrollo directly asked in return, "Given our current situation, if we really tried to compete with them, who do you think would win?"

His own injuries had not even healed yet, yet he wanted to fight others without even considering whether Luo Ye and his group were small fries that were so easy to brush off.

The reason they could rampage through District 11 was because, aside from Rasa, there were actually no particularly formidable experts in District 11, and their own strength was simply strong enough.

Yet Luo Ye's group had popped up from who knows where, and they were not a bit weaker than them.

Under such circumstances, they had to act carefully.

He finally dropped a fatal retort, "What, do you want other people to step on your head that badly?"

"Our injuries might not be healed, but aren't they injured too?" Uvogin was still somewhat unconvinced. "I refuse to believe they didn't get hurt killing Rasa!"

That coward Rasa was extremely cowardly and turtle-shelled; wanting to kill him was very difficult, so Luo Ye's group must have paid a price to kill him, right?

Since both sides were in an injured state, there was no unfairness involved.

"How do you know they were definitely injured?" Chrollo glanced at him. "Didn't you hear what he said earlier? Someone among them has an ability that just happens to restrain Rasa."

"Once it involves abilities that counter each other, the outcome of the battle is basically already decided. Even if they killed Rasa, it doesn't mean they got hurt."

No matter how troublesome an ability was, once it met a countering ability, its lethality would be greatly reduced.

They didn't even know how Rasa had died, nor did they know if Luo Ye's group was injured;