Amon, who had already retreated deep into Black Cat's soul, let out a sneer that others couldn't hear.
Of course, if you can't win, you have to run, otherwise, would you stay and wait for death?
Evading is shameful, but effective.
He could evade, but Black Cat couldn't.
It had no choice but to brace itself and look toward the deep red light, where Liu Zheng was still dancing.
But his dance style had changed from the hormone-fueled disco to a passionate and sturdy Cossack Dance.
And on his chest, the Golden Star Tank Medal was emitting a dazzling red light.
Suddenly, Liu Zheng looked toward Black Cat.
The latter was so scared that its tail stood up straight immediately, and its fur puffed out, as if it had been shocked by high-voltage electricity.
"Davariheshe, come dance,"
Liu Zheng extended a tentacle to Black Cat, as if making an invitation.
However, in Black Cat's eyes, what he extended was not a tentacle, but the barrel of a cannon.
"No!"
