Sir Ares, Goodnight

Robbie was panting with rage as he blurted out, "Wow. You're quite treacherous, aren't you? Trying to drive a wedge between our relationship while getting someone else to do your dirty work. Thirteen, you shouldn't listen to him."

However, Thirteen took a dagger out and pounced toward Robbie without a second thought.

"Hey, hey, hey. Thirteen, are you truly going to fight m e?" Robbie quickly avoided her.

The two were on a wild goose chase and grew so tired that they started panting.

The man looked at this scene complacently. Occasionally, he gave some instructions to Thirteen. Robbie knew that he could not just escape, but he also knew that he could never hurt Thirteen.

In order to get himself out of this disadvantageous situation, Robbie wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Thirteen, our martial arts skills have always been evenly matched. If you really want to defeat me, then you should change your weapon."

Thirteen's eyes were filled with a layer of black fog. She gritted her teeth in anger. "One doesn't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

Robbie was slightly startled. He said with a mischievous smile, "You obviously don't want me to die, Little Girl. If that's the case, let's just stop fighting." After Robbie was done talking, he threw the weapon in his hand to the floor.

just have to ask for trouble, huh? If you want to die, Robbie, I'll fulfill your wish. You're pissing me off

people from the military intelligence division, they were bound by certain rules. Even if Thirteen had no intention of betraying them, when she chose

all of her efforts would go down the drain. The rest

At most, a traitor would be subjected to a death sentence. On the other

watched the three of them with a cold and detached gaze. He wanted to extract the truth from their few words, but it

like he had a deep affection for Thirteen, but it made the division master question whether Robbie was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between the military intelligence division and Thirteen. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

Thirteen did not

It could be said that in addition to wanting

weak, so it was normal for Thirteen

and watched from the sidelines, it was obvious

order to see the

suddenly drifted and moved in front of

diligently monitoring the division- master, As Sis Two, she had been

Thirteen, tearing apart the two who were continuously fighting. Just like that, the two-person fight turned into

I can handle this