"Huh?"
A giant question mark popped up over Liu Zheng's head.
He had long since realized that the bottom line for this bunch of freaks and weirdoes in the Metropolis was disturbingly low, but he didn't expect it to stoop to the level of "relieving themselves anywhere".
Even though the Sea Girl herself—and everyone else, for that matter—didn't seem to care, Liu Zheng wasn't about to let himself sink to their level.
"No leaking, got it? Leak once, and I'll record it and plaster it all over the Metropolis."
Liu Zheng spat out the words viciously.
The Sea Girl trembled even more violently.
"???"
Oh, great. The more he threatened, the more motivated she seemed to get, huh?
Since brute force wasn't working, he decided to switch tactics—to sleaze.
"Do you know what kind of person you remind me of?"
He asked suddenly.
"W-what kind of person?"
The Sea Girl asked, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"My woman."
Liu Zheng said with a gaze brimming with tender affection.
"Uh…"
