Li Banfeng looked at Dumpling, considering how to approach the situation.
The other party was a trained agent, and ordinary tactics might not suit her.
Dumpling sat opposite Li Banfeng, struggling to maintain her composure.
Since the day she entered the Dark Star Bureau, she was prepared for the possibility that one day, she might die on a mission.
How would she face the end of her life before dying?
Alone, Dumpling had entertained such thoughts before.
Especially in the bathroom, she would hold the showerhead and spray herself, pretending she had sustained a fatal injury, then she would try to find the strength to take her enemies with her.
Of course, being professionally trained, she had methods to self-rescue after being injured. It would be good if she could save herself, but if not, she at least needed to make sure to say her last words.
Last words didn't need to be long, just four words would do: "I made it!"
