The air in the private room froze for about two minutes...
"I say, can't you wish something good for me?"
Motan eventually broke the silence, forcefully tossing the silver spoon in his hand towards Yi Dong, and said irritably, "It's not the end of the world yet. Even if my attack fails, it doesn't mean I'll be killed right on the spot."
A frosty cold swept past, freezing the aggressively flying silver spoon mid-air, which fell onto the table with a smack.
"I'm just being prepared."
Yi Dong casually put his leg on the adjacent chair, shrugged, and said, "Besides, you were planning to do it yourself at the critical moment, weren't you? If it doesn't work out, you still think you can escape from her, right?"
Motan shook his head helplessly and said, "Actually, if I don't take action myself, it's fine. After all, Frank Hughes wasn't really a strong one. There's nothing you can do even if you see your 'friend' killed right in front of you, but..."
