Chapter 1187: Please, Temple Master, save us!

"Enough!" He didn't even bother to look back. Seething, he stormed off. Off to the side, Dong Mingfeng shot Tacito Temple a resentful glance, then hurried after Lin Chentao. The sight nearly made Xu Longxiang clap in delight. He knew perfectly well that once Tacito Temple heard those words, Lin Chentao would never be allowed to take first place in the match a month from then. After that, the press conference carried on. The big shots were visibly warmer than before. One after another, they clustered...