When two factions had a clash of ideals, and one side clearly had serious internal problems but refused to see reason, directly tying up the other side's BOSS and bringing them over for a face-to-face discussion wasn't a bad way to resolve things after all—at least, that was what Yu Sheng thought.
His approach to solving problems had always been rather direct.
Everything happened quickly, and clearly, no one on either side of the door had reacted in time.
Under Baili Qing's stunned gaze, more than a dozen Mass-produced Eileens appeared near the Blonde Elf. Beams of light immediately flew everywhere in the equipment room amid a cacophony of clanging noises. The Blonde Elf "Luo" tried to fend off the dolls charging at her with their dead-fish eyes using her mechanical limbs, but the Mass-produced Eileens' small bodies and agile movements left her struggling to cope. After two psychic fireballs were blasted apart in midair by more than a dozen scorching beams, she was covered in Eileens—several times more than Yu Sheng usually had hanging off him.
Some of the little dolls grabbed her legs, some grabbed her arms, some hugged her mechanical limbs and gnawed on them, while others tugged her hair, pulled her ears, bit her fingers, and yanked at her skirt. Some even, upon discovering there was nowhere left to grab, simply found a patch of flesh, twisted it hard, and hung themselves from their target. A whole swarm of short-legged midgets, crawling around crazily like cursed dolls, hoisted Luo into the air and charged into Baili Qing's office while noisily shouting, "Got her! Got her!"
Yu Sheng immediately waved a hand and shut the door.
Luo struggled desperately on the office floor, her mechanical limbs scraping across it with a grating sound as she screamed nonstop,