The fourth squad, Gao Ta, was pressed tightly against the wall.
The fifth squad, Yueliang, seed to see through the fourth squad’s feigned toughness and shook his head, letting out a resigned sigh.
He had said it before—the fourth squad drew an unlucky card. It was bad luck, but they didn’t believe in such superstitions.
Well, they believe it now, huh?
Even this kind of low-probability, dramatic twist still managed to hit them dead on.
The fifth squad asked sympathetically, "Fourth squad, do you want to swap identity cards?"
The fourth squad raised his head. "Do you think I even have the chance anymore..."
He felt he was dood. Just the thought of the retaliation waiting for him made an overwhelming fear envelop him. His body, leaning against the wall, could barely hold itself upright.
And to think he had recklessly let the first squad take the fall!
He had eagerly hoped the first squad would take down the second squad!
He had even publicly accused the first squad...
Everything could have gone exactly as he planned, but who would have thought he’d end up with such rotten luck, facing sothing like this?
No, he couldn’t accept it! He refused to agree to this damned marriage proposal!
——
In another eting room, Yun Zhijuan sat alone at a square table, with Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian sitting across from him.
The positions they chose subtly hinted at their respective stances.
As the leader, Yun Zhijuan looked like a criminal awaiting judgnt, humbly bowing his head.
He broke the awkward silence, smiling at Lu Mian: "Mian Xiaobao, your master specifically established a position for you as deputy leader. Aren’t you happy?"
As he spoke, he removed his mask.
Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo instinctively glanced at him.
The cold and aloof girl leisurely shifted her gaze to Yun Zhijuan, took off her own mask, and turned it idly between her fingers, speaking with an air of carelessness.
"You really are the best master I could ask for."
"You flatter , my good disciple!" Yun Zhijuan forced a smile, shalessly pandering.
Lu Mian let out a soft scoff, responding with silence, refusing to interact further with Yun Zhijuan. Of course, she also had no intention of speaking to Xiao Qimo beside her.
With her head lowered, lashes cast downward, she silently toyed with the mask.
A barely perceptible aura of hostility and cold detachnt wrapped around her, making people tremble, unwilling to approach.
"Mian Xiaobao..."
Yun Zhijuan couldn’t bear this scene. He was used to spoiling his disciple, and the sight of her even slightly unhappy made his heart turn inside out. Seeing her like this now, Yun Zhijuan was practically ready to tear his heart out to cheer her up.
He fumbled around inside his black robes for a long mont and finally pulled out sothing.
"This is Master’s bank card—go ahead and spend all you want."
"Didn’t you say you liked my mask? Here, take it. All yours."
Lu Mian remained unmoved—even knowing how much money was in that bank card, she only sneered coldly, her expression filled with mockery.
She even looked as though she was about to strike.
The more she tried to endure, the angrier she beca; the more she tried to back off, the more aggrieved she felt.
Old Yun really crossed the line this ti.
"..."
Yun Zhijuan nearly teared up. He already knew that after Lu Mian finished dealing with Xiao Qimo, he’d be the next target...
What could he do now?
He sat restlessly, shifting his gaze between the two people opposite him before finally landing on Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo was more direct than Lu Mian. Without glasses obscuring his face, his deep, cold eyes revealed nothing but unfiltered ruthlessness and indifference.
He raised his hand and, without hesitation, grabbed a glass ornant on the table, hurling it rcilessly at Yun Zhijuan.
!
Yun Zhijuan froze, completely unprepared for his junior’s sheer brutality, instinctively shifting his body to dodge the projectile.
The ornant slamd into the wall behind him, shattering upon impact. Yun Zhijuan clutched his chest and glanced back, only to discover a dent in the wall...
Damn it!
This junior really intended to kill him, didn’t he?
Having suffered under Lu Mian’s cold attitude, Yun Zhijuan was far less accommodating toward Xiao Qimo. His face darkened in anger as he growled, "Xiao Qimo, don’t push it too far!"
"I’m pushing it?" The refined man sneered cruelly, reaching for the chair beside him.
With impressive strength, he single-handedly lifted the chair, raising it above the table before smashing it once again toward Yun Zhijuan with fierce, unrelenting force.
This ti, it was even more ruthless than before.
Bang!
A loud noise rang out again.
The chair broke into pieces, its original form destroyed.
Having dodged the attack, Yun Zhijuan rose to his feet, placing both hands on the tabletop, glaring viciously across the room.
"Xiao Qimo, that’s enough!"
"Ask Mianmian—does she think it’s enough?" Xiao Qimo shot back.
Lu Mian said nothing, her lashes drooping as she calmly pressed the button on her electronic watch. Steel wires sprang outward, zipping through the air and wrapping themselves tightly around Yun Zhijuan’s arm, effectively restraining his movents.
If Yun Zhijuan so much as shifted or tried to evade, he could kiss his arm goodbye.
Yun Zhijuan: ...
Truly a mixed-gender tag team.
And one that aid to beat him half to death.
Yun Zhijuan, unwilling to give in, carefully maintained his still posture, afraid to move.
He still dread of retiring to a life of fishing every day—losing both arms wasn’t an option.
The tortured leader threw a resentful look at Lu Mian before glaring venomously at Xiao Qimo, his double standards blatantly on display.
Suddenly, he asked coldly, "Xiao Qimo, do you still have the nerve to lecture ? Back then, I set you up with so many matchmaking opportunities, arranged countless blind dates, and yet you didn’t capitalize on a single one!"
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