Tifa's Fusion with the Casket of Ancient Winters

"Boss, this guy really was just as you said—a stubborn bastard who wouldn't give up until he hit the wall. Even now, he was still trying to harm you.

"I say we just kill him with one stroke and eliminate future trouble. Then we won't have to worry about him pulling anything on us later."

Looking at Loki, who had fallen unconscious again, the Commander frowned, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"Yeah, Boss. Since we've already gotten what we wanted, why keep this guy around?" 2B asked in agreement.

Loren merely shook his head mysteriously.

"Heh, your vision is still too narrow. This guy's value wasn't limited to the Casket of Ancient Winters.

"You'll understand later. Lock him up again for now. It won't be long before he proves useful."

Hearing Loren say this, the women stopped asking questions.

At that moment, the Commander covered her mouth and chuckled. "Boss, you're so bad! When he wakes up, he'll probably be furious to death.

"You promised to let him go, but now you've captured him again. He'll definitely curse you for breaking your word."

"What do you mean, breaking my word? I said I'd let him go, didn't I? But I never said I wouldn't capture him again!

"Besides, who told him to act so arrogantly? We gave him a chance to run, but he didn't. He just had to stand at the door showing off. Whose fault was that?"

Loren spread his hands, speaking with an innocent look, as if everything had been Loki's fault.

Seeing him like this, the women could not help laughing. They only felt that their Boss was far too wicked.

But as the saying went, bad boys attracted girls. The more Loren acted like this, the more they loved him.

"By the way, Boss,