"You damn bastards! We'll destroy the Rose Boy Band at any cost!"
In the secret room, Tang San, Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang, and the others had bloodshot eyes. They panted like bulls, looked utterly crazed, and roared in fury.
But to the Rose Boy Band, it all sounded like a bunch of little girls squealing. It only got them more excited—and made Tang San and the others hate them even more.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Just then,
a crisp clatter of footsteps rang out, drawing everyone's attention.
The secret room door rumbled open, and a surging wave of darkness poured in, thick as ink.
A graceful figure emerged from the shadows. She wore a long black dress, its hem embroidered with black and crimson patterns that flickered like a heartbeat.
Her pretty face was lit by a pair of scarlet eyes.
Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others froze.
Tang Hao trembled all over. He stared at the familiar figure before him in disbelief.
"A-Ah... Yin..."
"How is this possible?"
After his initial shock, Tang Hao panicked and tried to hide his disheveled appearance. But he was firmly restrained—how could he struggle free?
"No, don't! Ah Yin, don't look!"
All he wanted was to crawl into a crack in the ground. He couldn't let his beloved wife see him in such a humiliating state.
"You damn Rose Boy Band, let me go! Let me go!"
"Please, please! Don't let her—don't let her see me!"
At that moment, Tang Hao had lost all his spirit. He even begged the Rose Boy Band, snot running down his face, to let him go. He couldn't bear for his beloved wife to see him looking so wretched.
Dark Ah Yin fixed her scarlet gaze on Tang San and Tang Hao.
"Tang