The man wearing a white human face mask threw the two darts clamped between his fingers, resulting in two creaking sounds as they hit the wooden dartboard, yet they continued to shake.
The eyes hidden behind the human face narrowed slightly.
The door behind him was opened, and a man walked in.
"Luo Ke, you said to watch, but how did you end up surrendering to her?"
The newcomer had a belligerent attitude, ready to settle accounts.
Luo Ke turned around, not looking at the person, walked to the sofa nearby, sat down, picked up the glass on the table, and took a sip.
The man pursued relentlessly to face him.
Luo Ke thus suddenly looked up and glared at him, "Me, cooperate with her? Don't joke around! Can I possibly cooperate with her?"
"Then—" the opponent hesitated, "aren't you with the one surnamed Wu—"
"I'm simply going with the flow."
"What did you say?" Perhaps understanding the underlying meaning of Luo Ke's words, the man's face changed dramatically.
