"Is that why you're so confident?"
Huangfu Zhuo nodded. He picked up the cocktail glass in front of him and swirled it a few times, but didn't actually drink.
"But I still don't think we can cooperate sincerely. Even now, I can't be sure whether you're a Replicant."
"Since all of you are willing to sit here, I assume it's because you're considering working together, too?"
The tall woman didn't answer directly. She only gave a flirtatious smile. "Smiling Face's advantage is incredible. If we don't join forces, he'll pick us off one by one.
"With things as they are, does it really matter whether our partners are Deathmatchers or Replicants?"
Huangfu Zhuo responded with a polite, noncommittal smile.
Only the two of them were talking in the bar. The other Deathmatchers sat around them in silence, leaving the atmosphere rather oppressive.
Changhu irritably rubbed his mouth, then glanced around. His gaze finally settled on a slim young man in a Weidao High School uniform.
"Brother, you haven't said a word since you came in. You've just listened while we shared information about our abilities. As a Deathmatcher, you should know that's a pretty unfriendly provocation, right?
"But your Tiger Brother is a reasonable man. Just come over and kowtow to me, and we'll call it even. How about it?"
Faced with Changhu's sudden provocation, Guan Jin didn't get angry. He wasn't even particularly surprised.
He simply replied expressionlessly, "If you want to test how capable everyone here is, you can just attack us. There's no need to come up with such a stupid excuse."
Changhu grinned. "Haha, my bad.
"But I have to remind you all: I'm the only one among us who's fought Smiling Face and lived to tell the tale. I think that gives me a lot