The third group of competitors have almost all gathered and they showed their numbers to the umpire. The umpire put the people with the same numbers in the same group while the others were told to wait at the side.
"Two hundred and fifty, Murong Xi of Vast City." Sima You Yue placed her number on the table for the umpire to see.
A slender hand placed a piece of paper next to her number with the number two hundred and fifty written on it.
Sima You Yue turned her head and glanced at him. He returned her glance with an icy look: "Enjoy the remaining time you have left."
Sima You Yue raised her eyebrows.
Declaring war? She was not afraid!
"I should return this sentence to you!" Having said that, she turned and left.
"Bold words!" The man stared at her as if he was staring at an ice cold corpse.
Sima You Yue turned back and glanced at him with the corners of her mouth raised, then she returned to the waiting area.
