Tianyuan Xiaosilang also approached closely, a sly look on his face: "Mr. Leng, after tonight, our cooperation can proceed as normal. Let's have a good exchange and communicate with each other now."
With a "swoosh," Leng Ruobing violently struggled against the ropes, bringing forth deep shades of blood, her eyes nearly splitting with fury.
Tianyuan Xiaosilang laughed manically: "Mr. Takekawa, what tactics should we use?"
"We'll start by defeating them one by one, followed by a pincer attack from front and back..." Takeshita Ichiro couldn't wait any longer and was eager to make a move.
At this critical, urgent moment.
An abrupt voice came from beside the window, like a bucket of snow water doused on vigorous flames.
"Having fun, aren't you two?"
Yet the tone was as rigid as iron, laden with overwhelming murderous intent.
"Huh? Who?"
Takeshita Ichiro and Tianyuan Xiaosilang's hearts tightened as they hurriedly turned their heads.
