The other man heard the resentment in her delicately charming voice and rose to his feet, terrified. "Overlord Di, Mistress Di, I…"
He was interrupted when Daniel Craig and Yellow Falcon suddenly charged at him, moving like lightning, each man clipping one of his arms and breaking his wrist bones.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Ow–" the man's pained screams were cut off when Daniel Craig grabbed his jaw and twisted it.
Lily let out a sigh of relief and shot Di Mo's attendants an admiring glance. They had understood the words she'd been tracing on Di Mo's back. Clearly, they were well-trained. If it weren't for them, she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to keep up the sickening doting wife act.
She stood up and went over to the fallen guide, carefully looking over all the buttons on his clothing. The on-off button was located on his wrist just as she suspected; it was a good thing she had stopped him from pressing it, otherwise who knew how much of their bodies would be left.
