The middle-aged man listened silently, and after a moment said, "Even if your eloquence is as fine as a glib tongue, you can't get anything from me."
Xu Huo raised his eyebrow slightly and didn't continue persuading.
The Girl in the painting turned to ask him, "Should we give him a beating?"
"Even beating him won't relieve our anger." Xu Huo replied, "Besides, if we accidentally kill him, how are we going to leave here?"
The middle-aged man, seeing his certainty, closed his eyes, adopting an absolutely uncompromising stance.
After hiding in the wooden cabinet for a while, suddenly a few balloons floated out on the street several hundred meters away. Suspended below the balloons were metallic scraps, and as the balloons moved, these scraps were shot down before they could fly high.
