Lawrence Winters gave a snort, leaning back noncommittally on his chair.
Mr. Zhuge, feeling indignant, added, "Even if the committee thinks so, the one who suffers the most is Lawrence. You did nothing, and you ended up at the bottom in the second round. — You're out."
Lawrence Winters looked at Mr. Zhuge with amusement, saying, "Earlier, you said lucky I'm not a judge, and now I return the favor to you verbatim: lucky you're not a judge, Mr. Zhuge."
"Am I wrong?" Mr. Zhuge laughed, glancing at Wang the Daoist and Quan the Daoist before looking at the host, saying, "Why not ask the judges over there, see what the contest results are?"
Lawrence Winters waved his hand, "Don't rush it, this matter isn't over yet, why is Mr. Zhuge so anxious to call it off?"
"Not over? Miss Tang is locked up in the mental institution, Mr. Yu is dead, Mrs. Fang might have already broken down, and you say it's not over?" Mr. Zhuge looked at Lawrence Winters in disbelief, unable to trust his own ears.
