"No, I haven't!"
Pete sneered, "But at a distance of one thousand meters, shouldn't I have the final say?"
"What if you exceed a thousand meters and don't admit it?"
The woman in leather pants felt very wronged. The whipping was already unbearably painful, and after a long run, the sweat flowed copiously, dripping down over those wounds, it was like rubbing salt into them.
"I'm not a rogue!"
Pete pouted, "Alright, I'll count this round as your win!"
The woman in leather pants immediately beamed with joy, "Then can I leave now?"
"Don't rush!"
Pete laughed heartily, "You've passed this round, but did I ever say there was only this round?"
Upon hearing this, the woman in leather pants froze, followed by an overwhelming anger rushing to her head, turning her eyes red in an instant.
"I'll go down with you!"
The woman in leather pants realized she had been tricked; the other party never intended to let her go.
