"Qin Fen, you can't stop our sacred war, you just can't!"
As Lance was dragged to the outside of the villa with his hands and feet pierced through by steel wire, he used every ounce of his strength to struggle and continuously shouted in a hoarse voice at Qin Fen, "Sacred war, we will definitely get the final victory! After two days, those two bastards, who were actively opposing the sacred war will die..."
A muffled groan interrupted Lance's roar as the soldier responsible for escorting him smashed the buttstock of the gun straight into Lance's white teeth, crushing his mouth at once.
Miss Fiery, who was wearing in a coffee-colored professional dress, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette before taking in a deep puff of smoke, as if to vent out all that she had suffered in this three-month trip to hell from her lungs.