C85 Your Pursuers Are Really Not That Good!

As Qin Feng's words echoed, a more intense wave of applause erupted around him.

Unnoticed in the crowd, Ning Zhaoyan was frozen, her gaze locked on Qin Feng's retreating figure, her slender hands joining the clapping without even realizing it.

"You're done for..." Amidst the clapping, Qiao Ru's body was wracked with spasms. He was in pain, sure, but even more so, he was seething with rage