"Why bother meeting again next time?"
Sisi had already taken a detour and crawled out of the dog hole, only to suddenly hear Tang Wanzhuang's lingering voice behind her.
Sisi's entire body froze.
Peeking out of the hole, Sisi saw that the entrance was surrounded by elite agents from the Demon Suppression Department, blocking every possible exit so tightly that not even a fly could escape.
Sisi's eyes whirled as she retreated, climbing back into the dog hole.
"Clatter!" The sound of fractured clay figures echoed as Zhao Changhe unsheathed his sword and struck, reaching out to grab.
As Sisi retreated, Zhao Changhe seized her by the collar, and Tang Wanzhuang swiftly immobilized her by pressing on all her vital acupoints in an instant.
Sisi tried to control her clay figures but couldn't muster the strength; the clay figures began to zone out.
Zhao Changhe said, "Old Brother Wu, throw in a rope; this one won't yield to mere acupressure."
Sisi: "…"
