Only after Tian Lu's figure had disappeared for a long while did everyone finally explode.
"Fuck… he just left like that?"
"Is Lin Fan dead or alive?"
"Who the hell knows… what the hell is Tian Lu doing?"
"That was too damn scary…"
"My fucking hair's still standing on end."
"With Lin Fan like that, there's no way he's gonna survive."
"He got dragged off by Tian Lu and you think he can still live?!"
"Tian Lu is really like the Death God; just seeing that back of his made my heart go cold…"
The Darts Masters whispered among themselves in low voices. They didn't dare go too far; after all, Fei Zhang, Yu Ze, and Yang Biao were still here, and the Water Clan's Young Miss, Lan Yunwei, hadn't left yet either.
Their Biao Bureau might be formidable, but compared to the Water Clan, it was still just a small force.
They absolutely couldn't afford to piss off people from the Water Clan.
So they were just here to eat melon and watch the show, and definitely wouldn't get involved.
