The scene before him made Crow's brain react sluggishly.
He had imagined every possible action the other party might take.
Running away, screaming, crying and begging for mercy, or angrily counterattacking, waiting for an opportunity to evade.
All of these were within his expectations.
But he never expected the other party to just lie down like this.
Like food burdened with a sacred mission, lying on the chopping board at the mercy of others.
This was very unusual!
But at this moment, the arrow was already on the string, and he had no choice but to shoot.
Crow's eyes turned fierce, his palm aimed directly at the notebook on Baiyu's chest, descended from above, and slapped down directly!
Since this bastard is courting death, I'll grant him that.
Crack.
The moment he slapped down, Crow felt something was off.
This notebook was harder than he imagined.
Definitely not made of paper!
It must be some unknown material!
