People in the Laboratory and Attribute Bubbles

The two bandits were wrapped in black robes, vicious masks covering their faces. They lifted the hems of their robes, spread their legs, and streams of urine shot downward with a splashing sound.

"Old Wang, why's your stream so weak? Are your kidneys failing?" one of them asked.

"Bullshit! My kidneys are perfectly fine. Sleeping with ten women in one night wouldn't be a problem," the other snapped in embarrassment.

"Heh, you must be dreaming," the man in front said.

"Still better than you. How many branches does your piss split into? Don't you have any idea yourself?" the other said with a dark expression.

"Nonsense, I'm doing great. What the hell do you know?"

"Damn, you really are something else."

"Same to you."

The two traded barbs, exposing each other's shortcomings.

Just then, neither of them noticed a figure silently appearing behind them.

It was Wang Teng. With one hand on each of their heads, he shoved them together.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out. The two had no time to react before their heads slammed together hard. Their vision went black, and they collapsed.

"Those two are really something else!"

Wang Teng had naturally heard their conversation and could not help sighing inwardly. He dragged their bodies back into the hidden passage.

Saten Retsuka watched as he went out for only a moment before dragging back two guards, her mouth falling open in shock.

How had this guy done it?

"Strip their clothes and put them on. Let's head inside and take a look around," Wang Teng said directly, ignoring what she was thinking.

At the same time, he had already started. He stripped one guard's clothes and changed into them in just a few swift movements.

As an infiltrator, Saten Retsuka was no stranger to this