Guagua: [Host, this little two-faced bitch refuses to admit it. What should we do?]
Song Yaoyao: [She refuses to admit it, does she?
Guagua, where are those ninety puppets now?]
Guagua: [In the cellar in the rear courtyard of the National Preceptor's Residence.]
Song Yaoyao: [Won't admit it, will she? Then let's catch them red-handed with the evidence and see how she wriggles out of it!]
Guagua: [That's a good idea.]
Song Yaoyao nudged Song Qinghui with her elbow, then Liu Zheheng, and gestured for them to withdraw. Both understood at once, and the three slipped out of the crowd.
After leaving the crowd, they found a secluded spot, where Song Yaoyao said:
"It looks like Liusu is determined to deny everything. In that case, let's put the evidence right in front of everyone.
Then we'll see how the people from the National Preceptor's Residence deny it!
Things should get even livelier then!"
Song Qinghui asked:
"Yaoyao, what are you planning to do?"
"Expose them, of course. Let's go."
Neither man said anything. They quietly followed Song Yaoyao.
They headed toward a deserted area.
The streets were especially quiet that day. Many residents had gone to the National Preceptor's Residence, which made it even easier for Song Yaoyao and the others to act.
They found an abandoned courtyard and went inside.
Song Yaoyao took out her pistol. With a thought, it instantly transformed into a cannon.
Liu Zheheng's eyes flickered as he watched. Although he had already seen the weapon transform once, the sight was still a tremendous shock. He soon accepted it, however.
Setting the cannon on the ground, Song Yaoyao obtained the coordinates of the National Preceptor's Residence from Guagua, adjusted the angle of the barrel, and immediately fired.
The first and second shots targeted the cellar in