Rong Zhi waved his hand, covering his mouth to stifle a yawn, "Throw him out."
Fu Yaoyao responded with a sound of agreement. She walked up to 421, using the still warm barrel of the gun to mimic the motion he had just made when he pointed at Rong Zhi, pressing it against his temple—
"Wait! Isn't there something that can be solved with words, right? I was just too scared earlier, an instinctive self-defense. Please be magnanimous and forgive me this once."
421 genuinely admitted defeat.
He was absolutely no match for Rong Zhi.
The opponent wasn't afraid at all, even when he was about to kill her with a gun, she could still leisurely chat and laugh with him, like an emotionless robot.
Rong Zhi closed her eyes ready to rest.
Fu Yaoyao's fingers moved slightly.
"Don't kill me! I know what you want. I've been injected with Agent No. 3, just spare me, and I'll let you do research on me!"
