The worst kind of teammates were pig teammates. And now Lana believed it.
She had locked the door, but she forgot to ask for all the possible master keys they might have for the room.
What made her even more furious was... they even believed Xander! What the f*ck? Does she look like a child molester?
Xander smirked as if he had finally found a loophole, and he was correct. The next second, he lifted his hand, and Mathilda and the maid both crashed on the floor.
He slowly clenched his fist, like he was crushing something, which in reality he was indeed doing.
Mathilda and the maid flailed their arms around, struggling for the breath knocked out of their lungs, their face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.
"¡Si caigo… los llevaré conmigo! ¡Jaja! (If I go down... I will take them with me! Haha!)" Xander laughed as the black liquid trickling down his lips increased even more.
Even with the talismans on, he seemed peaceful, as if he had achieved whatever he wanted to.
