War Has Begun

"Let the bullets fly for a while?"

"Of course! What else can we do? I can't exactly force him, can I?"

"It's not impossible..."

Seeing the strange look Sivir was giving him, Azir...

"Ahem, what I meant was... well... is he the kind of person who's worth entrusting yourself to? Yes, that's it! That's what I meant!"

Seeing Azir become so tongue-tied under her stare, Sivir couldn't be bothered to argue with the old lecher.

After thinking over Ximen Lang's various performances during their interactions over the past few days, Sivir mused,

"Whether he's worth entrusting myself to... Don't bring up such a stupid question again! Things have reached this point today. Besides him, do we have any better options?!"

Azir was so ashamed by her blunt words that he could barely raise his head. Then Sivir continued,

"However, after interacting with him for the past few days, I unexpectedly discovered that I don't actually hate him that much."

"You don't hate him?"

"That's right. I simply don't hate him. Especially considering how much importance he places on those two maids. He truly treats them as equals, and even respects them quite a bit!"

"Respects them?"

Seeing Azir's confusion, Sivir continued,

"Could you keep your expression unchanged if a mere maid pointed at your nose and cursed you, or even joined forces with another maid to beat you senseless, before kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy?"

"How could that be?! Let alone a maid, even my First Wife—who would dare..."

At this point, Azir said in shock,

"So... he can?!"

"Otherwise?"

Seeing that Ximen Lang really could do it, Azir exclaimed in shock,

"Is he sick?! Not to mention his noble status as a direct descendant of the Void Race, just his strength alone... He can even contend