CLII. Polar Reversal

The Dancing Lady, upon seeing that Morison was still gripping her tightly, immediately resorted to a woman's kill move, starting to scream.

But her voice barely emerged

when Morison tightly covered her mouth.

With her strength, she could not move at all, her wrist also pinned down; with her free hand, she punched Morison's abdomen fiercely.

But Morison was armored with weapons.

Striking against metal, her knuckles already began to bruise and bleed beneath the skin.

"It's no fun, you can go,"

Morison lost interest, released the Dancing Lady, and sat back down, pouring himself another drink.

The Dancing Lady's chest heaved rapidly as she glared at Morison with disdain before turning and walking away.

"Don't you want the money? After all, I did pour a drink; consider it water under the bridge."

Morison was a man of principle.