"Where's the bug?"
In the darkness, a box rushed in front of Liu Zheng.
"Didn't bring it."
"You're lying to me!"
Two pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, locking onto him with a predator's gaze.
"Who's lying to you? Did I ever say I had it on me?"
Liu Zheng calmly retorted.
"Human, arguing, go die!"
The Box Weaving Spider had no intention of listening to his explanation, its scarlet gaze glaring brightly.
"Want to fight? Come on then."
His four tentacles gripped the Three-Inch Mirror, the laser pen, a cosplay costume, and the rusted knife, unleashing full firepower.
"In honor of you being a relative of the Weaving Spider Lady, I'm sparing you some face. Disrespect me, and I'll dismantle your damn shop."
Liu Zheng shouted.
With a handful of trump cards and a second life, he felt terrifyingly strong.
Even though they were consumables, the enemy's life was also a consumable.
"Human, get out, or I'll call the police."
The Box Weaving Spider changed its tune.
