[Host! You were awesome!] A certain system's chiming voice echoed in his mind.
Yu Weimin frowned as he wanted to press his finger on his forehead before realizing that his hands were cuffed. He sighed and suppressed his urge.
"Can you lower your voice? I feel like you honked in my ears."
"Sorry, but host," 520 lowered her voice and said, "you were so good! I didn't know your acting skills were so great!"
Yu Weimin scoffed. Wasn't it thanks to a certain sticky marshal who would always be on his tail? He was forced to wear a disguise and perform embarrassing acts just to lose that tail. Over the years, he became an expert at maintaining disguises.
The skill that had helped him escape was now aiding him in torturing the same person. It was amazing how the tables had turned.
