Black Glove had been lurking in Portable Residence for an entire day and night, and White Glove hadn't noticed a thing. It wasn't just him; the Old Man hadn't noticed either. What was even more impressive was that Black Glove could open the door of Portable Residence, something White Glove couldn't do. When comparing people, some might die of envy; when comparing goods, some are simply thrown away. The stark difference was right before his eyes—there was nothing to argue about.
With his head hanging low, White Glove walked to the corner of the room. Just then, he saw Li Banfeng pointing at Black Glove and saying, "Wife, collect his soul."
Black Glove exclaimed in alarm, "Why?"
The Phonograph didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately stabbing her needle into Black Glove.
The former Supreme Commander of the Three Armies—who hadn't she seen? White Glove was difficult to nurture, but Black Glove was absolutely impossible to tame; the Phonograph could see that at a glance.
