"Mr. Fujiwara, it's not that I don't want to, I really can't see a way."
The Oil Rat also looked dejected. He wasn't a deity, without a maze map, how could he find the way?
As soon as he finished speaking, Fujiwara Seiho's gun in his hand had already begun to click off the safety, his previously humble and pleading expression twisted, changing faster than flipping a page.
The Oil Rat's expression also changed abruptly, as he shouted in panic, "Mr. Fujiwara, I'm truly helpless, and besides, it's really not my fault, who knew your map was fake?"
Fujiwara Seiho's expression slightly softened, and the Oil Rat immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But unexpectedly at this moment, Fujiwara Seiho's lips curled slightly, his eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he raised his gun to aim at the Oil Rat, staring at him coldly without saying a word.
"Mr. Fujiwara, at least we still have bombs. If it comes to it, we can just blow up this tunnel!"
