Three days passed almost in the blink of an eye.
Nan Qiuqiu crossed her arms and looked at Yu Tianlong, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth no matter what.
Captain Su was already this difficult to fight, so what would Captain Huo be like?
Yu Longtu stroked his forehead with his right hand.
He knew Yu Tianlong would not be Huo Yuhao's match, but he had not expected him to lose so cleanly.
Yu Tianlong inside the ice sculpture still maintained the posture of throwing a punch, except that his gaze lacked its previous sharpness.
Nan Qiuqiu hopped over to the ice sculpture and reached out a finger to poke it.
"Young Master Yu, where did your arrogance from just now go?"
"You still wanted to become the deputy captain by challenging Captain Huo, where on earth did you get the courage?"
Although Yu Tianlong inside the ice sculpture could not move, an unusually chilling anger surged up within his eyes.
Nan Qiuqiu smiled even more happily.
She drew closer to the ice sculpture, feigned pity, and sighed: "Oh my, Young Master Yu, your expression right now is not looking too good."
"Would you like me to find a portraitist to paint it for you as a keepsake?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head, stepped forward, and said: "Killing someone doesn't mean decapitating them; know when to stop."
Nan Qiuqiu curled her lips: "Got it, Captain Huo."
"However, can the phrase 'killing someone doesn't mean decapitating them' even be used here?"
Huo Yuhao glanced at her, and Nan Qiuqiu instantly stopped saying another word.
Then Huo Yuhao raised his finger, and fine cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the ice sculpture.
Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound,