"Alright, since you're looking for death, don't blame me!" Thomson was enraged, provoked by Lu Xiaobu's arrogance!
He picked up a pen and quickly wrote his name on the life-and-death agreement, imprinting his handprint.
At the same time, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
This guy was dead for sure.
He was infuriated here, yet he didn't notice the helpless look in the host's eyes beside him.
The host, especially someone who could make it to hosting the Grammys, was undoubtedly well-versed in such matters.
She had seen many at Lu Xiaobu's level, and even some slightly lower than Lu Xiaobu's level of wealth.
However, when facing similar provocations, none of these people handled it like Lu Xiaobu did, with duels and life-and-death agreements.
They would simply wave their hands and crush their opponents with immense wealth and influence.
After all, the value between the two sides was different. Thomson, an WWE fighter, who cares about his death? What was he worth?
