"Louis, how could you do this to me?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the three remaining humans in the room froze in place.
These three humans, of course, were the foreign woman, the strong man, and Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng was stunned, not because he understood what Ma Xiaotong said.
When Ma Xiaotong spoke, it was all gibberish to him; he couldn't understand a word.
But he could recognize the voice!
Goodness, how could such a rough and unpleasant voice come out of Ma Xiaotong's delicate body?
Zhang Feng was very familiar with this voice; it was the same as the west corpse he had raised in the Special Ninth Bureau before.
It was exactly the same!
So, Zhang Feng was shocked.
He never expected Ma Xiaotong to have this kind of talent either.
He even instinctively grabbed Ma Xiaotong, asking with his eyes: "What's going on?"
And Ma Xiaotong responded to Zhang Feng through a tacit understanding:
