Chapter 120 Are the people the little madman brought really normal?
Behrfinger: "..."
Bertrand ignored him, grabbed Afra's hand and walked out, leaving only a lonely and aggrieved blue-haired creature in the dimly lit specimen room.
Bertrand strolled around chattering away, but Afra's gaze remained fixed on him, her expression gentle.
But it's also... very strange.
Bertrand led her all the way to Safe House No. 3.
The members resting in the safe house are in danger!
When Bertrand brought Afra to Safe House 3, several codenamed members were resting.
When they spotted Bertrand, everyone froze.
Bertrand his head and looked at them, then his eyes lit up. "Oh! You guys must have some free time!"
Those members: !!
Before they could react, they heard the little madman happily say to the gentle and refined woman beside him, "Afra! Go fight them! Remember not to kill them~"
Members: !!!
Afra smiled slightly and nodded, "Okay, Xiaoye."
Then he walked towards those members.
"What are you standing there for? Let's go to the training room!" Bertrand followed Afra with a smile, never one to miss a good show.
The members exchanged glances, weighed their options in their minds, and with a resolute look in their eyes, stood up and looked at Bertrand.
Then, he obediently walked into the training room.
The two sides stood facing each other. One of the members hesitated and looked at Bertrand, "Should we come together or one by one?"
“Of course we’ll go together!” Bertrand sat on the shelf next to him, swinging his legs.
Afra was still wearing that red dress, her hands clasped together in front of her, looking delicate and frail.
But these are the people the little madman brought!
Are the people that crazy girl brought with them really normal?!
Afra smiled at them, then her eyes changed, sharp and filled with a hint of killing intent. She took the lead in attacking, and even though she was surrounded by several people, she did not lose the upper hand, and every move she made was aimed at vital points.
A bright red shadow flashed in the black.
An elbow strike to the chest of the last person still standing made Afra the only one remaining in the arena.
Without even glancing at the fallen member, she straightened her skirt and hair, then returned to stand beside Bertrand.
Bertrand raised an eyebrow and pointed at the members, "Wow, your fighting skills are really bad. Practice some more, and in a few days I'll bring Afra to fight you again."
"..."
The members lay on the ground, tears welling up in their eyes, the spots where Afra had struck them throbbing with excruciating pain.
Several people can't beat one person.
How embarrassing! So embarrassing!
Bertrand jumped off the shelf with satisfaction and led Afra out of the training room.
Tell Afra to sit down, and Bertrand goes into the kitchen to get a can of iced lemon tea.
Just then, Gin and Vodka returned.
Upon seeing a strange woman in a red dress sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face, Vodka glanced at his older brother's face, then pulled out his gun and pointed it at Afra.
Afra remained unmoved, as if she hadn't seen them at all.
"Gin-chan!" Bertrand peeked out and grinned at the two of them. When he saw Vodka draw his gun, he exclaimed, "Vodka, put the gun down!"
Vodka's hand trembled just as he was about to fire, but he still managed to pull the trigger.
It's all over! It's all over! It's all over!!
Only one thought flashed through Vodka's mind.
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