In any case, Jiu Ming watched the scene unfolding before him with considerable astonishment. Panel-kun was currently wearing Ninth Sister's white-clad appearance. As for Ninth Sister in black... though the color scheme made her seem like the dominant one, she had now become the submissive one?
Ah, no matter what, what was happening now differed far too greatly from what he had imagined before. Where was the promised grand upheaval? Where was the promised berserk showdown?
And it ended up like this? Well... judging by Panel-kun's confidence, it seemed that even the two of them together were only so-so. But her current thoughts were quite extraordinary.
As for the question of timing, it was probably just as Panel-kun had said. If it had happened too early, this scene would not have come to pass. After all, the pressure Panel-kun had displayed toward Jiu Ming just now—if he had not possessed his current 'authority'—
He would not even have had the possibility of resisting. All possibilities would have been sealed away directly, including speaking and thinking. Clearly, Jiu Ming's frankness not long ago had directly touched the bottom line the First Generation had left within Panel-kun.
To the point where she could have acted and instantly killed him. Well... she could not kill him instantly now.
Ignoring Ninth Sister's rather displeased glare, Jiu Ming sat cross-legged to one side, watching Ninth Sister—whose wrist Panel-kun had seized—with a subtle smile. He clicked his tongue twice softly. "Hey, you. The outcome is already pretty good now, so stop struggling, yeah?"
"I really underestimated you back then." Ninth Sister shot Jiu Ming a fierce glare and said resentfully, "I knew you weren't that obedient!"
"No, no. To be honest, I never completely trusted either of you back then." Jiu Ming shrugged. A low table