Dancing Flamenco in Si Xue's Minefield

"Is this a whole gang?"

Liu Zheng said instinctively.

"Mr. Liu, watch your words."

The Projection Man made a shushing gesture.

"Our boss is very petty."

He lowered his voice.

"I can see that."

Liu Zheng narrowed his eyes.

If the Projection Man said that, wasn't he afraid Penguin would hear him and make things difficult for him?

"Given your performance last time, I regret to inform you that you won't be seeing our incomparably wonderful Penguin Dance this time."

Penguin on the stage continued with a solemn expression.

"Wonderful!"

"I was sick of watching it ages ago!"

"By the High Speaker, if replacing my eyes at the hospital weren't so expensive, I'd have replaced every eyeball on my body already."

Liu Zheng looked over and found that the speaker was a centipede whose back was covered in eyes.

Damn, Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord? No wonder he can't afford it.

"Keep slandering us. Keep being jealous. No matter what you say, our Penguin Dance is still the finest dance in Metropolis, far superior to that Black Swan from the Grand Theater!"

Penguin shouted.

"Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've heard today. I'm submitting it to Daily Laugh right away."

"Oh no, now every time I go watch Black Swan, I'll think of their hideous dancing."

"Even though I think Black Swan dances terribly too, comparing her to these penguins is just too cruel, isn't it?"

Even louder laughter erupted, turning the entire venue into an ocean of merriment.

"I reasonably suspect your boss is deliberately livening up the atmosphere."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"That is indeed the case. But if this auction still fails to satisfy the boss, it really will send its three brothers to pay you a visit."

The Projector said.

"It wouldn't wipe out entire families so