Rong Ming's mind went blank as he stared at Xiao Man lying in a pool of blood.
Faya's representative had died in his home. Given the way Faya operated, he feared he would never escape being implicated. Once he had calmed down a little, he hurried over to Xiao Man and bent down to examine her carefully. The last shred of hope in his heart was smashed to pieces.
Xiao Man was dead!
That meant trouble would come knocking endlessly from this day onward. Faya never rested until its enemies were dead. No one wanted to provoke lunatics like that. He had never expected trouble to deliver itself to his doorstep when he had done nothing to invite it.
Suddenly, he noticed something wrong with the atmosphere around him. Looking up, he saw many people staring with bloodshot eyes at the half-exposed wooden box beside Xiao Man.
Rong Ming's heart gave a violent jolt. Inside that utterly ordinary-looking wooden box lay a six-star Illusion Card! His heart suddenly raced so fast that he could hardly breathe. For the first time, a six-star card was so close to him-close enough that all he had to do was reach out, and it would be his.
A voice in his heart screamed desperately: Pick it up! Just pick it up, and it's yours!
Abruptly, Rong Ming bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain snapped his mind back to clarity. Noticing the bloodshot eyes of the Card Adepts around him, he immediately realized how dangerous the situation was. The hall was now a powder keg; a single spark would set it off! At a time like this, the slightest suspicious movement from anyone would unleash a chaotic slaughter.
These people were only one step away from losing their minds.