"However, you must have realized... my target this time is actually only you. Although her appearance was unexpected... but do you really think you can walk out of this room alive?" The opponent sneered murderously.
Ling Mo glanced around the room... the real door was not in a place he could see at first glance, clearly making it harder to find. If he really approached and searched, he would probably fall right into the opponent's trap.
The best course of action now is to stay on guard in place...
"What's wrong? Scared stiff? Well, if I were in your shoes..."
"You were that emcee, weren't you? Pretending to be a corpse in a role-play, killing a bunch of zombies to have them attend the wedding with you?" Ling Mo interrupted him again.
The man was momentarily stunned, then couldn't hold back and shouted: "What kind of annotation is that! Don't make it sound like I'm pathetic!"
"So you're indeed that emcee?" Ling Mo took the piece of cloth Ye Lian was holding, shook it and said.
