Xu Xiaoyou suddenly spoke:
"What a touching scene."
"Lu Shuhang, did you hear that? Your teammates refuse to execute your orders."
"As a commander, you really are quite the failure."
"Failure?" Lu Shuhang raised his eyes, as if engraving the golden-haired girl before him into his pupils.
The fingertips stained with sticky blood slowly loosened, gradually leaving the blade's edge, opening his hands.
"You actually think I would feel like a failure?"
"Try to kill me, Dark Gold Rose."
Xu Xiaoyou remained unmoved, gripping the sword hilt a bit tighter.
"You can't even kill me unprepared because of fearing them, isn't that enough to make me proud of them?"
"I don't feel like a failure for that, Dark Gold Rose."
Lu Shuhang calmly watched Xu Xiaoyou.
"I feel proud of it."
"I'm proud of the choices they made."
"Next time we meet, I will surely kill you, Dark Gold Rose."
"Fairly and exhaustively kill you."
