As the words fell, Xi Liuguang moved his foot away, bent down, and picked up the already disabled Tank with one hand, then slowly walked toward the one-way glass wall.
Tank's swollen face was pressed harshly against the wall.
As Xi Liuguang gently tapped on the wall, the rest seemed to see a change in the glass wall's sheen.
In front of Falcon, the man in black leather, laughing wildly, distanced himself and indicated for Falcon to look to the side.
"Look, take a peek."
Falcon, his face full of stubble and blood, turned and glanced.
The image of Tank, firmly pressed against the wall, appeared clearly.
"You're just the appetizers, hahaha."
But this time, Falcon showed no expression on his face. He looked at Tank, at those honest yet angry eyes, then after a moment of watching, he turned his head to look at the man in black leather in front of him.
"What's your impression?" the other asked with interest.
"You little..."
Hmm? The man in black leather squinted, ears perked up.
