"You all..."
Yan Huan watched as the body of the perfect Sakuragi disintegrated into ashes right before his eyes, yet he didn't feel any sense of relief.
Instead, a sense of unease swept over his heart...
Especially when he saw the mouse mask formed after the perfect Sakuragi's death.
"Pre... President?"
As soon as they saw Yan Huan enter, all the Sakuragi turned pale.
Although they wore different clothes and had distinct features, at this moment they acted in such harmony, as if they were one person, almost simultaneously responding in the exact same way:
They instantly hid their weapons behind them, then transformed from their fierce combat stance and stood upright, smoothing out their disheveled clothes like perfect ladies.
But their actions did nothing to relax Yan Huan's expression; instead, his brow furrowed even more.
"..."
