'Ely, the servant just now had a grudge against you? It's our first time here, right? Or have the schemes and tricks I talked about already started? I know politics and the like are rotten, but they picked the wrong opponent.' Sylvia spoke via telepathy.
'Yeah, there's a third party that knows about our value and wants the British elite squad leader, Tyler, in big trouble of no return. The servant just now was an assassin from that side.' Elysia looked at the changing room once more and closed the door.
'So, are we going to retaliate? Revenge like blood for blood?' A glint flashed in Sylvia's eyes. She covered her mouth as she almost smirked evilly.
'No, at least not for now.' Elysia shook her head and heaved a subtle sigh.
'Hehe, so it will come in time? Okay, please tell me when it's time for action. The roses are red, the explosion is boom. Blood is fluid, but flowers need to bloom.' Sylvia clasped her hands together with a smile full of expectations.
