"That man, Zheng Hang was eaten?!"
Several members of Team 103 peered covertly from a distant pipe.
Red Dragonfly blinked and said with a playful smile:
"Master of Ceremonies, take a look, our future captain, oh no, teammate seems to have been eaten."
The Master of Ceremonies kept their eyes tightly shut, refusing to open them, a contemptuous sneer forming at the corners of their mouth.
Wild Beast whispered:
"This scientist named Zuo Bai has some tricks up his sleeve. It seems even an S-class evil organization has some remarkable talents."
The bald man picked out rat fur from between his teeth, muttering:
"Occasionally, geniuses emerge from small organizations, but they are like frogs at the bottom of a well, with pitifully narrow vision, thinking they are favored by Destiny.
They don't realize that if the sky falls, they, thinking they are tall, will be the first to be crushed to pieces."
The bald man paused, his voice turning somber and serious:
