The true colors have been revealed, it's time to make a move.
Mu Qiu closely watched Cheng Zhirang's every move, her whole body tense, wary of his sudden attack.
Then she slowly approached him.
Under such a piercing gaze, Cheng Zhirang could still remain calm, leisurely moving the chair aside to avoid the two ladies getting tripped during the "intense fight" or running around later.
Then he asked, "Who's got the card?"
"Don't know."
"I don't know either."
Anyway, he couldn't just directly start searching.
He nodded, showing he understood their act of playing dumb.
"So, who goes first? Or are you coming at me together?"
The two exchanged glances, and Zhao Yu raised her hand first, "I'll go first."
Cheng Zhirang now had no immediate way to take them down, except to put up a fight and wait for 813 to take effect inside Mu Qiu, or wait for 902's countdown to end, letting everyone perish together, there was no other way.
