"Light or darkness, everything collapses in front of a strong fist." Ling Qingyu declared herself and flaunted her strength.
Yang Qingyue patted her forehead. "I'm not questioning your strength but can you exist everywhere?"
"With my strength, I can assure you, Spirit Fox can." Ling Qingyu answered. "My love, you're thinking too much. Who dares to breach your prison with mediocre weapons?"
"Mediocre?" Yang Qingyue coughed when she wanted to disagree. "Listen, Sister Ling. The weapons in the Tiger gang are mediocre? RPG, heavy machine guns?"
"Well, as long as they didn't bring out tanks and APCs, Spirit Fox can handle them with ease." Ling Qingyu waved her hand. "Besides, even if hard ones face us, we had weapons to kill them."
"Don't tell me you can already produce anti-tank and anti-air missiles." Yang Qingyue had the corner of her lips twitched.
