"Meow—"
With the sound of a cat's meow, Mike stepped out from the side, suppressing his laughter. He didn't laugh out loud, but the sight of Shadow Seven covered in black smoke and Cerberus mimicking a cat was hilarious.
Mike had undergone rigorous training; no matter how funny something was, he wouldn't laugh. Unless he couldn't help it.
Mike had clearly informed Shadow Seven through a message that he had set up some decoys. From another perspective, Mike's setup was quite effective, even fooling Shadow Seven.
"Deathsinger, ahem," Shadow Seven shifted her gaze from the 'cat' with 1.5 heads and cleared her throat, speaking in her raspy voice, "I tested your traps for you. Not bad, quite effective against Battle Chief-tier demon creatures."
Shadow Seven instinctively overlooked one thing: Deathsinger was just a Battle General, and setting up traps capable of killing Battle Chief-tier creatures was already quite extraordinary!