"Disconnected? What do you mean? Explain yourself!" Moss pressed, but his communicator seemed to suddenly be cut off by something, and he could no longer hear Qi Ya's voice.
"Old man, I'm giving you a chance," Zhang Menglong said, "In light of your remaining bit of prestige, if you pull back now, I can pretend nothing happened. But if you're stubborn, my favorite thing is dealing with those who think they're capable."
"Give me a chance? Based on your puppets? If they're all destroyed, even if you don't feel the pain, I will." In Moss's mind, these things already belonged to them, and any damage was a loss to their own interests.
"Since you're persistent, today there are only three possibilities: either you kill me, or I kill you. As for the third... hehe," a slight curve appeared at the corner of Zhang Menglong's mouth, "Little Black!"
A force from the void erupted, instantly neutralizing Moss's power.
