The venomous kind.
Lin Hao snorted coldly and kicked out, sending Michelle Miller, who had lost all ability to resist, sprawling at the feet of Song Qinghong and his companions.
She was once a king.
But now, she could only collapse on the ground, at the mercy of others.
Forcing herself to stand, Michelle Miller looked towards Lin Hao, still shimmering with thunderous light like the Thunder God himself, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, hahaha! I get it, I get it now. I know why all this has happened."
Gone mad?
Everyone watched Michelle Miller with surprise, but no one felt pity for her.
"Those who are not with us in heart are sure to be different!"
This was an old adage of the Huaxia people.
"But so what? Do you think just because you found that old man, you're guaranteed to win?" At this very moment, with certain defeat at hand, a mad glint flashed through Michelle Miller's eyes.
