Tofft pursed his lips, squinting as he looked at Ershe Li.
Even though a longsword was at his throat, at that moment Tofft still behaved like a normal person; in fact, it seemed as if he was the one pressing the sword against someone else's neck.
So high and mighty.
So overbearing.
The mockery in his eyes toward Ershe Li could almost become tangible.
Ultimately, it turned into a slight unwillingness.
If possible, Tofft certainly didn't want to stop shooting.
Look at those Secret Agents!
Though they responded swiftly and quickly took cover, just from the previous round of shooting, over a sixth were killed or wounded.
Give him a bit more time, and let his men fire a few more volleys, he'd be confident to annihilate this troublesome team.
But, with the longsword on his neck, Tofft understood that there was no chance.
"Thank you for exposing this team in the sunlight!"
