At this point, the situation had suddenly become grim.
"Boss, what should we do now?" Realizing that the crisis in front of them was imminent, even Zuo Lin, who had always been smiling, could not help but restrain his expression.
"…"
Ning Yiyuan did not reply immediately. His eyes were closed, and his slightly calloused fingers were tapping on the edge of the table, making a regular tapping sound.
After a long while, Ning Yiyuan seemed to have made up his mind. He looked up, his sharp eyes hiding a thousand rays of light. "Aren't they going to respond? Then give them a response!"
Meeting his Boss's slightly bloody eyes, the excitement hidden in Zuo Lin's bones instantly became restless. It was as if he had returned to the days of bloodshed and cutting through thorns. "Boss, how do you think we should respond? "
…
Was there a need to say more?
Attack him!
Hit him to death!