C912 The Torment of Shedding Tears

"Fifty percent! But... but now it's only thirty percent... That guy has a weapon on him."

A triangular-shaped thing flew past the left shoulder of the V-mask, splashing a piece of flesh and blood.

"Throw it to him! Move lightly, don't hurt him! Think of a way to leave, I'll meet you outside!"

"Okay!"

After the V-face mask answered