Igri Saba stumbled, suddenly falling forward, ending up with a face full of dirt.
Extremely embarrassed.
"Gentleman, I must say, you're very rude!"
Tang Language's crisp voice sounded again, schadenfreude in her tone: "You won't even respond. Do you really think you can walk out of here? Didn't you say that when you step on the beach, you become the sun here? That wherever there's light, it's only because you say so?
Heh heh, where's the light? Show me some."
"..."
Igri Saba felt a bit hopeless.
As it turns out, he had no experience fighting in darkness.
So, the situation reversed dramatically.
The roles of the two people switched completely.
...
On the other side.
Chen Lusi heard Tang Language's voice.
But she ignored it, instead focusing on Hank Machado who stood dazed and still after the sheepskin paper explosion. Then she reached out, grabbed his neck, and slowly lifted him up, her momentum rising: "What exactly is your goal?"
For some reason.
