King Qinguang chuckled as he looked at Taotie.
He casually waved his hand.
Acting on King Qinguang's cue,
the twenty pawnshop managers flipped mid-air, as if they had rehearsed countless times, landing neatly in front of Taotie.
Under Taotie's gaze, the twenty pawnshop managers moved swiftly into formation, encircling him entirely.
Clang—
The sound of weapons being drawn echoed.
Twenty pawnshop managers, their moves as synchronized as clockwork,
pulled alloy swords from the outer sides of their thighs.
Seeing this, Taotie's pupils contracted ever so slightly.
It was only now that Taotie realized something was amiss.
These weren't twenty pawnshop managers—they were twenty bionic robots cloaked in human skin.
Taotie suddenly understood the source of King Qinguang's disdainful confidence.
With twenty bionic robots providing protection—utilizing precise, flawlessly coordinated formations—King Qinguang certainly had reason to be arrogant.
