Leng Shuang's lips immediately curled upward.
"I was waiting for you to say that, Master."
Her tone carried obvious excitement, as if she had just been permitted to release her true nature.
Seeing their strange reaction, Wen Hang frowned.
"Are you two scared stupid?" he said with narrowed eyes. "What riddles are you playing at?"
Leng Shuang slowly stepped forward, twisting her knuckles as the joints cracked softly.
Her eyes were fixed on Wen Hang with an eager expression.
"Oh? You want riddles?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"Then let me ask you one."
Wen Hang looked at her impatiently but didn't lower the gun.
"A man with a gun… and a handsome man," Leng Shuang said casually. "Which one is stronger?"
Wen Hang didn't even need to think.
"The one with the gun," he answered with an arrogant smirk.
Leng Shuang shook her head.
"Wrong."
Her smile widened slightly.
"The stronger one is naturally my master."
