A figure quickly walked into the control room. Hui, who was running behind, could not stop her.
"Pei…"
Hui almost could not help cursing, but when he saw the black-masked people in the video from the corner of his eye, he swallowed his words.
Through the black mask, one could feel the gritted teeth in his tone. "Is there no one left in Country A? They actually let a little girl with a sharp tongue come over."
Seeing that Pei Yunge was still annoying the black-masked man, Pu Manhe felt even more helpless.
Pu Manhe looked at Hui, his voice unable to suppress the hatred. "Is Country A letting a little girl cause trouble??"
Beside her, Ba Hu frowned.
Before Hui could speak, he saw Pei Yunge sitting casually in front of the console. After her eyes swept over the violent scene on the monitor, a scary ruthlessness gradually filled her eyes.
The light from the monitor shone on her face, making her look even colder.
