Upon hearing what Qin Xiao had to say, the somewhat elongated face of Yamada immediately broke into a smug grin.
That smile was not only unbridled and arrogant, but it was also laced with a trace of thinly veiled contempt, as if he were looking at a clown who had bitten off more than he could chew.
Leaning forward slightly, he coiled his body like a venomous snake about to strike, as though attempting to use this movement to peer closer into the true, innermost reactions of Qin Xiao at that very moment.
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