The Devils Run Amok

If he didn't respond, they would probably arouse the other party's suspicion immediately.

Everyone stared at the walkie-talkie sitting on the bar counter, silent. They seemed afraid that even the slightest sound would draw the other party's attention.

Song Haoran narrowed his eyes slightly before suddenly reaching out and grabbing Buggy by the shoulder. "I'll say one sentence, and you repeat it. Got it?"

"I'll cooperate..." Buggy nodded. From beginning to end, Oni never moved the gun muzzle away from his back.

Buggy let out a breath and did his best to steady his voice before hurriedly picking up the walkie-talkie and shouting, "Copy that, copy that! I'll be right there."

"You're not Batu. Who are you?" The person on the walkie-talkie suddenly shouted angrily.

But another voice rang out from the walkie-talkie at that moment—Roger's voice. "Buggy? Why is it you? Where's Batu?"

Buggy glanced at Song Haoran. Song Haoran quickly whispered a few words into his ear, and Buggy repeated them. "Hey, Roger, your man fell into a cesspit and can't get out. What did you all eat before the operation? Why does your shit stink so badly?"

Roger fell silent for a while before asking, "Where are you now?"

"The bar on the left side of the third-floor corridor. I'm hungry, so I came to find something to eat... Oh, your subordinate's coming out. I'll let him talk to you."

Oni began walking, his footsteps echoing.

"No need... Buggy, you and Batu go up the stairs on the left and knock the big fish down. Then come meet me. OVER!"

"Copy that, copy that. I'll be right there." Only then did Buggy switch off the walkie-talkie. He looked at Song Haoran with lingering fear and forced a bitter smile. "Are you satisfied now?"

Oni, standing behind him,