It wasn't a god-like opponent you had to fear, but a pig-headed teammate. No matter how well Gali had hidden himself, he still fell at the hands of Dass, his pig-headed teammate. And no matter how formidable Liang He was, even she had to admire Hoder's knack for reveling in the chaos without caring about the fallout.
"Don't spout nonsense. I'm not, and I didn't." Liang He quickly left the scene of the crime, tossing the remaining mess entirely to Hoder.
"Why do I get the feeling that Liang He is beating a hasty retreat?" Hoder muttered, stroking his stubble-covered chin as he gazed profoundly at her retreating back.
