"———————!"
The two had no idea what had happened.
They only remembered seeing each other reaching out, grabbing the hilt of the sword, and then... they lost consciousness.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves lying on the cold ground, while Duanmu Huai stood quietly at the same spot, looking at them speechlessly.
"Really? This is it? Is this all you've got? I didn't even exert any effort and you're already down?"
"What... did you do?"
Zenin Mai stood up, pressing her forehead and vigilantly staring at Duanmu Huai, who just shook his head speechlessly.
"I didn't do anything yet. I knew you were weak, but I didn't expect you to be this weak. I've lost interest."
While he was speaking, Duanmu Huai reached into his pocket, took out a business card, and tossed it over.
"If you have any issues in the future, you can call this number. Stop with the petty tricks. If I catch you again, it won't be this easy to let it go."
