Josh raised an eyebrow unexpectedly: "There's such a twisted way to play?"
Rob nodded vigorously beside him: "You wouldn't believe it. Back when our Golden Shit Stirrer first formed, we were making a mark in the auditions and ran into plenty of Death Warriors. Those guys fight like they have nothing to lose!"
Hearing this, Josh looked toward Yuze with some concern.
She knew he could handle it, but she was worried his spiritual power might go out of control.
Yuze caught her eyes, showing a knowing expression. He gave her a reassuring glance and took the last piece of beef from her bowl.
Josh: "…You're sick."
Yuze: "Weren't you asking for help because you couldn't finish it?"
Josh laughed angrily: "Open your eyes and see if that looked like an asking-for-help expression from me?"
Yuze nodded: "Yes, it was."
Josh stabbed forward with her chopsticks, snatching back the beef from his bowl, only for Yuze to intercept it again.
