"Miss Lorrie, let's make this a win-win situation," Mike offered. "I only want just two of them. I'll give you the remaining three."
However, he heard Lorrie turn down his proposition and say coldly, "Don't even think about it."
Mike said in rage, "B*tch, you're unreasonable."
Lorrie frowned slightly. "What did you say?"
"You definitely heard me," Mike said.
"You..."
Lorrie caught up with him like an arrow that was just shot out of its bow. She unsheathed her ancient sword, making a deafening noise that shook across the forest. Chilling energy emerged from the blade as she waved the sword at Mike. The temperature in the forest seemed to drop a few degrees.
Mike dodged in shock. "Crazy woman! Do you want to die? Aren't you afraid the Mauve Lion will catch up with us?
