"Wild Beast, where's the target? I'm down here."
The voice of the Master of Ceremonies came through the communication channel.
Wild Beast didn't immediately respond. Instead, he hid in the darkness, his gaze sharp and focused on the scene inside the sewer.
His voice rang out softly, carrying an elusive emotion:
"I'm watching an encounter in the sewer, a budding romance mixed with deception and betrayal."
There was a touch of longing in his tone, as if he were admiring a romantic movie.
For personal reasons, Wild Beast had never tasted the bitterness or sweetness of love. At this moment, he felt a deep yearning for the scene unfolding before him.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The Master of Ceremonies' voice rose eight octaves. His eyes rolled white as he quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to spot Wild Beast.
Wild Beast didn't answer directly. Instead, he threw out another question:
