"Like hell I will!" Sang Luo bit down hard on his arm.
Biya grunted in pain, flipping her over and pinning her to the sofa. Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "You crazy female! Have you got any sense at all?!"
"You know I'm a psycho, yet you keep showing up in front of me. Aren't you just asking to get hurt? So who's the stupid one, you or me!" Sang Luo glared at him viciously.
Biya was rendered speechless, his gaze growing so cold it seemed he wanted to slice her into a thousand pieces.
Sang Luo couldn't care less how much he hated her. She aimed a kick at his crotch, but Biya caught her ankle just in time. As they separated slightly, Sang Luo quickly pulled a gun from her Qiankun Bag and aimed for his heart. Biya said coldly, "I didn't come here to fight you!"
Sang Luo's finger paused on the trigger. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't tell me you're here to help me?"
"I can take you to whatever you're looking for in the base," he said after a pause.
