"I can prove it!" Bianca snapped, her voice trembling with fury as she pointed a shaking finger at the lingering crowd of contestants. "They can all prove it! With so many eyes watching, do you really think you can deny it?"
"Oh?" Serena tilted her head, her gaze sweeping lazily over the onlookers.
Her eyes were entirely devoid of emotion, yet they radiated a suffocating, predatory chill.
"Did you see anything?" she asked, her tone conversational but laced with a lethal edge.
The contestants felt a collective shiver race down their spines. They instinctively shrank back, avoiding her gaze.
It was no secret that the event officials and the island's security personnel were handpicked elites from federal defense agencies or retired special forces operatives. Chief Graves, with his hulking, muscle-bound frame, was clearly a former tactical operative or a top-tier bodyguard. Yet this man, who could easily break any of them in half, had just been effortlessly pinned beneath the heel of the captain of The Hope Initiative.
They were just a bunch of brilliant but physically helpless academics. Who in their right mind would dare stand up to her?
Besides, Graves had clearly been targeting The Hope Initiative. Seeing him get slammed into the dirt felt like poetic justice. It was deeply satisfying.
If no one put a leash on the Chief Arbiter, he would spend the next five days making their lives a living hell. Anyone who didn't bow to him would become his next target. Who was to say they wouldn't end up just like Serena's team?
Because of this unspoken realization, the moment Serena's gaze landed on them, everyone abruptly found something else to look at.
"Wow, the ocean breeze is so strong today. I think I got sand in my eyes. I can't see a thing," one muttered.
"Huh? I was busy running diagnostic data in my head. Did something happen?" another chimed in.
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