"Is this the reason for your confidence?"
Huangfu Zhu nodded, picked up the cocktail glass in front of him, and shook it a few times, but didn't actually drink it.
"But I still don't think we can genuinely cooperate, just like I can't even be sure if you're a clone right now."
"Since everyone is sitting here, I suppose you all have this in mind, don't you?"
The tall woman did not answer directly, but smiled alluringly: "The advantage of that Smiling Face is unbelievably large. If we don't join forces, we'll only be defeated one by one by him.
Under the current circumstances, does it matter so much whether the partner is a Death Fighter or a clone?"
Huangfu Zhu responded with a noncommittal smile.
In the bar, only the two of them were talking, while the other Death Fighters sat around, maintaining silence, the atmosphere felt a bit oppressive.
