Everyone looked at Connor and Freya with disdain.
He was about to die, yet he still dared to sit there so leisurely.
Grayson shook his head helplessly. He also felt that Connor had already lost his momentum.
Leona Yearwood had been sizing up Connor. The more she looked at him, the more she found him interesting.
Of course, the premise was that Connor could leave this place alive today.
If Connor lost in the end, then he would become a joke in everyone's eyes.
Will Washington looked at Connor disdainfully and said coldly, "Connor, looks like the two reinforcements that you invited are useless. Now, they have abandoned you…"
"These two people are not reinforcements that I invited…"
Connor said as he peeled an orange for Freya.
"Not your reinforcements? Then what other trump cards do you have up your sleeve? If you still have a trump card, I advise you to hurry up and show it. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to do so later…"
Will said to Connor with a smile.
