Ye Yuqing was annoyed by the commanding tone Nakajima Tomoya used with Fang Cheng. She bumped him with her shoulder. "What a big mouth. Do you know him?"
"Nope. I brush my teeth every day and love eating celery. How could I know someone with such bad breath?"
Fang Cheng shook his head. Below them, the Blood Eagles had already begun rounding up the test subjects and carrying them away from the battlefield.
As for the drones surrounding them, the most they could do was make some noise.
What did it matter if there were a lot of drones? What mattered was their firepower—enough to make people unable to withstand it.
Nakajima Tomoya stared coldly at Fang Cheng through the screen. Seeing that Fang Cheng hadn't reacted to his warning, he repeated himself impatiently. "Fang Cheng, this has nothing to do with you. Put down the criminals and leave at once..."
"Enough already. Even a broken record isn't as annoying as you."
Fang Cheng spoke to the drone broadcasting Nakajima's voice. "I won't interfere with your fight, but I'm taking these two with me."
Nakajima Tomoya considered it for a moment before replying. "You can only take one. The one with glasses stays."
Number 59 was no longer of any use to him, so losing one test subject wouldn't matter.
But Hasegawa Kohei knew the location of the Resistance Organization's headquarters. Nakajima Tomoya had to take him back.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly at the drone. No one could see it through his mask, but that didn't matter. "I'm not negotiating with you. I'm informing you. Do you not understand what you're reading?"
Nakajima Tomoya: ...
Veins instantly bulged on his forehead as anger simmered in his chest.
What a monster. How could he have such a big mouth—and dare to