Upon hearing this, the little girl cried even more piteously.
Even though the sharp sword had disappeared, she still wanted to smash Wang Zhan's brains out with just her claws.
He was now just like the archetypal villain from a novel, his actions and words lacking any semblance of decency.
The poor girl had admired Wang Zhan so much, even wanting to give him a love letter. And now, Wang Zhan was actually asking her for money?
"WAH... I... I only have 3,000 left... WAH, please don't rob me, okay?"
She stammered, her face already tear-streaked like pear blossoms in the rain.
Actually, this girl was probably the same age as Wang Zhan, but she was petite, lively, and adorable. She looked like a young girl who hadn't fully matured, making one feel an irresistible urge to protect her.
Wang Zhan's expression hardened as he looked at her teammates, his voice heavy.
