Anti-Routine
Catherine looked at Tiger Soul and the others.
Tiger Soul and the rest all lowered their heads.
They were screwed—their cover had been blown.
Would this ruin everything now?
Smythe's expression darkened. He truly had not noticed anything amiss.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, a vicious glint flashing through them. "You still want to kill yourself?"
"Hmph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. How much longer do you think you can hold out?"
"I have all the time and methods I need to make you submit. When that time comes, you'll regret everything you said today."
"Now, I'll say this one last time. Transfer everything under your name to me, including your subordinates."
"In short, you either stand with me, or... die!"
Catherine's smile remained unchanged, calm and indifferent.
"Smythe, I thought you merely looked like a pig. I never expected you truly were one."
"Catherine, don't force me!" Smythe was thoroughly enraged.
He increasingly felt that he would be the first one eliminated.
He was genuinely getting anxious.
Second Brother and Catherine were both stronger than him. How could he possibly accept that?
Now that he had finally caught Catherine and had a chance to turn the tables, how could he give it up?
Once people got anxious, their heads truly tended to overheat.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Catherine. "If you refuse, I really will do something excessive."
"You've seen it. Everyone here is mine, and there are plenty of experts among them."
"If I have them strip you naked and take some photos, will you obediently listen to me then?"
There was no doubt that this method was highly effective.
But Smythe did not notice that Tiger Soul and the others had silently drawn their weapons.
Damn it, they had only planned