With an indifferent tone, Slicked-back Hair said: "You got it wrong again, I was aiming for that window, not the board on the roof."
"......."
The subordinate was already swearing in his mind.
Damn, he's playing with me.
Screw it.
But he kept a smile on his face, trying to please him: "You're right, we can never guess where you're aiming, but whenever you make a move, you definitely hit."
Slicked-back Hair slowly turned around and said to his subordinate: "That's it, don't let your intentions be too obvious, otherwise, it's hard to hit the target.
If we were too obvious before, then Raven's group would notice if we had met with outsiders from the steel factory.
Or if we did too much, we'd easily fall into the trap."
The subordinate seemed half-understanding.
