Watching from the tree branch as the agents of the Statistical Department wielding bright lanterns poured into the distant alley, Cicada Dust sneered coldly, "When there's trouble, they still need us Flame Unity to clean up. They might as well have handed over the qualification of the sword sheath to us in the first place."
Le Yu, sitting nearby, bandaging his wounds, grumbled irritably, "Stop cursing, stop cursing, you'll curse until everyone becomes stupid."
Raccoon Slave froze, turned his head to look at Le Yu, unconsciously taking a step back.
Is Qin Yueyin admitting defeat?
No way, no way?
How could he admit defeat!
There's definitely a scheme!
Can't fall for it!
