Dead silence. The audience stared at Zhao Yuanwu. They couldn't recognize his face anymore, so their expressions turned weird.
That arrogant and unbridled Zhao Yuanwu was bruised and swollen at the moment. He looked like a pig's head!
The before-and-after difference was too glaring.
But for some reason, they felt refreshed.
A majority of the audience was suppressing their laughter. They felt invigorated. Wan Baiqiu and Mao Na even burst out laughing, not giving a hoot about Zhao Yuanwu's identity.
"He deserves it. Only an evil person can deal with an evil person," Mao Na said amid her laughter.
Yu Tao touched his face unconsciously. Once again, he felt fortunate that he didn't meet Wang Teng.
He mustn't meet him in the future either. If he did, he would turn into a pig's head. The consequences were too frightening.
Ji Xiuming felt his lips twitching. Suddenly, he didn't want to compete with Wang Teng anymore.