C197 You Could be Dog Food

Looks like it.

Jiaang Yingying's performance was a little out of Mr. Death's expectations. He stared fixedly at the screen, the corner of his mouth maintaining an upward angle for a few seconds before it slowly fell. He said lightly, "Go, make it a little more difficult for her."

"Yes!"

As soon as the order was given, a dull sound came from the dark room where Jiaang Yingying was