Perhaps no one else could see it, but for him, this was undoubtedly a duel bristling with sharp edges and riddled with peril.
It was already quite a struggle for him to hold out this long.
No one had ever forced him to exert his full strength before, and now, the "Second Team" was that exception.
He had always thought of the Second Team as a bunch of unskilled connections, but after this match, well, it seemed they did have some moves.
"Hey… stop it…"
Yun Zhijuan sounded like a lifeless robot, weakly murmuring, "Stop…"
The reason for his weakness was because he could see his future through this duel.
Utter despair.
He wanted to quit. Right now, he just wanted to go back home.
As Yun Zhijuan despairingly considered leasing a fish pond so he could fish every day, the corner of his eye caught something. Damn it!
"Mian Xiaobao, don't! He's—"
Before Yun Zhijuan finished yelling, the steel wire in Lu Mian's hand had already precisely coiled around One Team's waist.
