"Holy crap!"
"Damn it!"
"What are they doing?"
...
A number of shocked shouts erupted from among the few people in the front row.
Mo Shangjun stood third in line, slightly tilting her head to glance in the direction of the metal barrel.
At a glance, she couldn't help but twitch her mouth.
Tsk, they really know how to play.
Inside the metal barrel were two live snakes, writhing inside.
Mo Shangjun instinctively shot a sympathetic look towards Liang Zhiqiong.
However, noticing that Liang Zhiqiong's group was standing right in front of the barrel guarded by Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but want to laugh — destined fate indeed.
Liang Zhiqiong's face was pale, too focused to bother with anything else, while Peng Yuqiu's brows were furrowed high, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Liang Zhiqiong, filled with concern.
Mo Shangjun withdrew her gaze, standing obediently in line, waiting for the final instructions from the instructor.
