"It's me, not Mikasa. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, Lord Creator!"

As the voice that everyone in the office was familiar with rang out, the glass of the office window shattered, and two hooks broke the glass and nailed into the wall of the office.

Before the authors in the office could react, accompanied by a low humming sound, the cable behind the hook instantly straightened, and a brown figure holding two knives dragged two white air waves, and rushed into the office like a slingshot under the tension of the cable. The extremely sharp blade in his hand reflected the cold light in the sun, and headed towards Yihui

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