"I'LL CUT YOUR TONGUE OUT!" Sirae's face looked twisted and poisonous.
Cail shrugged. "You two could make a great couple—" Then Cail was cut off by the thread that suddenly wrapped around his arm.
Then the thread tightened. Cail vowed that his arm looked like a sausage for a split second, but fortunately, despite being sluggish, he could still react.
His hand grasped the thread. He realized that it was a mix of void energy thread and a real one. Clever. He mobilized his void energy and ripped the thread off. He looked up and saw a lot more coming toward him.
"Damn, Inshi, is this what you define as a weak girl?" Cail dodged. Then he felt a blaze behind him. He was quick to roll over, but he got a feeling that standing up again would be a challenge.
"Siri! Calm yourself down. The Chairman wants us to get this guy alive. We just need to wait for him." That fire attack was aimed not just at Cail but also at Sirae.
