"Heh heh heh!"
"Bena, right? Hide well because when I find you, I'll use your credit card to buy pineapple pizza, and right in front of you, I'll break your Italian pasta into tiny bits, forcing you to watch!"
"I'll even post about you eating pineapple pizza on Twitter and tag your leader to watch!"
Under Master Fox's brute force, the press blocking the entrance to the Spirit Particle Ruins fell to the ground. Although Master Fox couldn't blast open the door, Bena and her crew couldn't make a hole in it either.
With the anchors on the wall twisting and breaking, the gate made from Spiritual Particle Metal finally declared defeat.
Feeling triumphant, Master Fox, under the watchful eyes of the surveillance cameras, sprawled over Wang Qiqi's waist, pulled out the Security Bureau's walkie-talkie, and asked the logistics team to prepare a portable stove, pasta, pineapple pizza, and two cups of grape Americano to the ceramic factory.
