In a scenic park, Morey, Moon Apostle, Hao Mei, and Su Xiao sat on a bench. Of them, Su Xiao wore the calmest expression.
Hao Mei looked hesitant, as though considering something. Moon Apostle, who had originally run until she collapsed from exhaustion, simply leaned back more comfortably, looking as if she had given up.
Morey, on the other hand, looked eager to try. At any moment, she seemed liable to push her teasing to the limit and shout, "One-on-one!"
"To be frank, the three of us have improved by leaps and bounds lately. I advise you not to push your luck and try to take more than 300,000 soul coins from us."
No matter how one interpreted Morey's words, they were confusing. If she was trying to sound tough, she clearly wasn't quite there yet. If she was backing down, then the line "don't push your luck" was still a vicious threat. One could only say that Morey was truly Morey.
"Do you really think I'm the kind of person who would extort soul coins from you?"
The moment Su Xiao said this, Hao Mei blurted out, "Aren't you?"
"..."
After Su Xiao stared at her for several seconds, Hao Mei turned her head away and stopped meeting his eyes. She wasn't backing down—she was simply avoiding trouble.
"Let's skip these unnecessary formalities. Come on, one-on-one. The three of us against you. If I don't fight you and let you take those soul coins, I'll feel restless, and it'll hinder my improvement."
Morey rose and went three meters in front of Su Xiao. She faced him with her back to the setting sun. Her pink short hair glowed in the sunset, the tips faintly whitening. This made one wonder whether she had deliberately chosen that position to show off