Chapter 171: Riolu! One Year Later! The World's Richest Man! (1/2, Please Subscribe)

Boom!!

Luo Ge casually flung a Nen bullet, and an异常 dazzling white light flashed across the arena, as if the midday sun itself had descended.

A tremendous roar erupted from the television, echoing continuously in this dark environment.

This caused the old television to barely able to bear the weight, freezing completely on that moment of white light, with the noisy malfunction sounds refusing to stop.

A few breaths later, the light from the television vanished entirely, and immediately a smell of burning filled the air.

It had finally broken.

Chrollo sat back in his original spot with a blank expression, though a hint of inner conflict appeared in his eyes.

Upon hearing that Feitan and the other two were dead, his initial thought had been to seek revenge on the killer.

After hearing the woman's introduction and advice, that resolve had diminished to fifty percent.

After watching Luo Ge's performance in the match, that thought faded even further, and feelings of conflict surged up in his heart.

Should they disregard the lives of the other members and lead everyone into that known-impossible endeavor?

Or should they take a step back and wait until their wings were fully grown before launching the grand plan of revenge?

At this moment, everyone maintained an eerie silence.

The atmosphere on the field was even more stagnant than before; an invisible pressure loomed over everyone's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

Such an existence.

Is the enemy they must face!

Do they truly have any chance of victory?

The moment this thought was born, it ran wild like a loss of control, growing wildly in the depths of everyone's hearts, making it difficult to cast aside.

They all knew the answer to this question very well.

No chance of victory!

Even Uvogin, the most warlike among them, fell silent at this moment.

His rugged face showed hesitation, and a trace of fear flashed through his bell-like eyes, quickly taking over his dark pupils.

Even Uvogin, the most warlike of them all, lost his fighting spirit after seeing Luo Ge's performance just now.

Being warlike and being abused.

These are two different meanings.

He loved fights where every punch landed on flesh and craved an opponent worthy of a battle.

But he did not like fights where nothing was done, only to die in Huang Quan the very next second.

That was purely suicide.

The others kept their heads bowed, their faces filled with shadows; a heavy gloom covered their features, just like their moods.

Chrollo raised his gaze, taking in his companions' expressions, and felt a certain resolve form in his heart; he spoke:

"Let us vote by raising hands."

"Those who believe revenge should be delayed, raise your hands."

As they hesitated, three hands were raised.