Deprived of his game-changing gloves by Yu Minglang, Mai now resembled a toothless tiger, helplessly watching Yu Minglang casually pocket his secret weapon.
Hey! That's my stuff, do you really have to confiscate it so smoothly?
Yu Minglang flashed his pearly whites in a seemingly "friendly" smile, giving Mai's chest a playful pat.
"Come on, hit me, feel free to try!"
Mai cursed in his mother tongue in his mind; roughly translated: How the hell am I supposed to hit you!
Qian, looking cat-like, Lang standing confidently, and Mai, clearly frustrated but unable to show it, the three of them formed a very dynamic scene together.
From across the street, Huangmao observed through binoculars, mischievously adding sound effects to each person's inner workings.
Qian supposedly thought: Husband, take him down!
Yu Minglang supposedly thought: Weakling, bring it on!
Mahadi supposedly thought: Oh crap, I'm totally screwed!!
