Ten from the Power Side, their presence fierce, stood near Interview Point No. 28.
A woman, her clothes tattered and her skin torn open in many places revealing tender flesh beneath, agilely leapt down from between the high-rise buildings, only to be blocked by a group of brawny men.
Her expression shifted ever so slightly.
"Hehe, hand over the red balls."
Though the woman posed enticingly,
the Angel Envoys, after their life-or-death trials, were not to be tempted by mere beauty; after a few more glances, they remained unswayed, clenching their hefty fists.
"You can't keep hold of this red ball, hand it over."
The woman pressed her lips tightly together, glancing at the ten brawny men.
She knew, forcing her way through might not get her past them.
The burly men seemed to form an iron wall, preventing her from getting to the end point.
"Sigh—"
The woman let out a long sigh, her face showing resignation.
