"They all must die," Clo's words were filled with a chill.
"You're a disciple of the machines as well," Jiang Shu pointed out politely, then looking down at his feet and finding nothing suitable, he sharpened the edge of a black card and placed it on the ground, sliding it towards Clo, "Please, do the deed yourself."
"I've retired, haven't been a disciple of the machines for a long time," Clo looked at the card on the ground, didn't pick it up, but instead suddenly rolled to the side, taking cover behind several thick tentacles.
At the same time, the card on the ground fissured into several cards, each flying toward Clo, but without exception, they were all blocked by the fish woman's tentacles.
"Ah, predicted that," Jiang Shu observed, then reconsidered his strategy based on the current lighting and shadow placement which were unfavorable, and temporarily gave up on the idea of continuing his sneak attack on Clo.
As if.
