"Captain, you'd better say less, this can automatically record..."
"No worries, I've turned off the recording devices, our energy is running low."
Dragonfly Lady snorted coldly:
"Once they've finished fighting, we'll head straight back. Our investigative team isn't supposed to engage in combat anyway—they can't force us... Hm?"
The lady suddenly narrowed her eyes, revealing a dense, compound eye structure in her gaze.
A voice transmitted to her ear:
"Friend, there's no need to be tense. I harbor no ill will towards your team.
"In fact, I've been observing you for many days and am familiar with your way of doing things.
"How about we make a deal?"
Dragonfly Lady rolled her eyes and turned to look at Shaman: "Dress up nicely; we've got guests. Our team can't lose to them when it comes to average looks."
"What?"
The tooth-brushing Shaman was full of confusion.
Had they been exposed?
When had they been exposed?
...
About five or six minutes later.
