"Boss, they made a move!"
Lyu suddenly jumped out from the side.
Yang Boss, who was in the middle of pre-battle relaxation, almost ripped off the mechanical arm that was massaging his muscles.
"If they made a move, they made a move. Why are you jumping out like that!"
Yang Ming tugged at the only cloth strip at his waist to cover up properly.
Lyu chuckled twice: "I'm your companion Thought Body, rounding up means I'm a part of your brain. Are you still being so polite with your own brain? Hehe."
Yang Ming: "Oh, no wonder my mom always calls me pig-brained."
"Oh? Did Po Suo ever say that?"
"Do you believe I'll dismantle your screws?"
Yang Ming cursed through gritted teeth, while Lyu giggled on the side.
As long as he won an argument with the boss, it would be a pleasant day ahead.
"What kind of move did they make?"
"Ah, a stupid move. You could say they're completely following our rhythm."
Lyu immediately went back to being serious, speaking quickly:
