He clutched his arm, screaming as he collapsed to the ground and rolled around in pain.
"I won."
Rosaliya crossed her arms, her tail wrapped around the greatsword, looking immensely pleased with herself.
Chapter 213: Ordinary People's Aspirations
Rosaliya's infiltration work was exceptionally thorough. She easily accomplished what Zhao Bai could not. Carrying the white-and-pink greatsword over her shoulder, Rosaliya happily rode a van to a suspicious warehouse. She looked around but found none of the idol agency facilities she remembered.
Confused, she lightly poked the guy beside her, earning a pig-slaughtering scream in return.
"Argh!"
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Is this death metal? I know this one!"
Hearing his cry, Rosaliya mistook it for some kind of signal for her to sing at the top of her lungs. She cleared her throat, intending to show off her perfect voice in the enclosed space. Although Liliya covered her mouth the moment she opened it, faint sounds still leaked through her fingers.
Bzzzzz~
His head hurt a little. He rubbed his face, only to accidentally smear his hand with nosebleed.
This was a walking weapon!
He had stubbornly brought them back, but now he had no idea what to do next. Caught in a dilemma, he told the two little girls to wait in the room while he stepped outside alone and gestured to his subordinates.
The young man's name was Qing Ye, the younger brother of Blue Square's founder.
Qing Ye looked at his clumsy subordinates and angrily reminded them in a low voice, "What are you standing around for? Release the sleeping gas already."
"Oh."
Qing Ye put on a gas mask and stared fixedly at the twins' reactions.
The gas was pumped in through the ventilation fan. Rosaliya waited for a while, but instead of the kind idol agent,