"No regrets?"

Zhang Jue was amused. He threw his head back and laughed loudly. Then, he said sarcastically, "White Horse, calling you a despicable b*stard is too lenient on you. You're simply shameless."

Then, Zhang Jue glanced at Neil next to him. "Well, if you say that getting rid of me was for the world's justice, then what about Chester? How did you kill him? Do you dare to admit it?"

Neil stared indignantly at White Horse, like a slumbering leopard waiting for an opportunity to hunt its prey.

Darryl was also inexplicably excited; his body trembled faintly.

There was no evidence to prove that White Horse was the one who set up the trap for Chester. Everything would come to light when Zhang Jue appeared.

Even though Darryl did not like Zhang Jue, he could not wait to see him teaching White Horse, that b*stard, a lesson in public.

Suddenly, all eyes were on White Horse. The crowd wore conflicted expressions on their faces.

'What's going on?'

'Did White Horse betray