In the midst of the tense confrontation, Yu Lei's sudden exclamation sliced through the air. "Husband, choose your weapon!" With a flourishing smille, she presented a crate brimming with an assortment of firearms and other armaments. The collection was impressive, each piece gleaming menacingly under the moonlight.
Xie Meirong's eyes twitched at the sight. 'Isn't that her personal arsenal?' she thought, a sense of foreboding creeping into her mind.
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One Hour Later, on a Cliff Edge
Under a canvas of twinkling stars. Xie Meirong, clad in a sleek black sleeveless dress, stood awkwardly on the cliff's edge. An apple perched atop her head, wobbling slightly as she swayed to the rhythm of her own nervous belly dance.
The coin belt around her hips jingled merrily, a stark contrast to her uneasy smile.
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
