That's her.
Liu Zheng, holding his somewhat overheated phone, dialed Nightingale's number.
"What a coincidence, I was just about to call you, and you beat me to it. Is this what they call telepathy?"
Nightingale teased.
"What do you want from me?"
He was not at all moved by Nightingale's words.
Ever since he saw her using a sea girl as a cannon with her crotch, Liu Zheng lost any interest in her.
Not that he had any before that.
"What did you add to my bomb? Why was it so powerful?"
Nightingale asked.
"Oh? You noticed?"
Liu Zheng said, surprised.
"Nonsense, with such a commotion, half the people in Metropolis could feel it."
Nightingale said impatiently.
"It was nothing, just had someone make a button that increases the explosive power by tenfold."
He spoke as if it was no big deal.
"Tsk, sometimes I really have to admire your ability to mess with things."
Nightingale remarked.
