The Mercenary World of Online Games

Feelings of grievance and pain. Perceived by the strange eyes of Walson, he forced himself to pretend to be careless: "Finally, we can perform the task given to us by the chief gentleman!"

Mr. Wilson has a different look. An ambitious team will be honored to execute the order of the chief gentleman. Will the proud tears burst into tears?

He still clapped and applauded: "It is indeed a powerful Indian team. Your performance and combat are very wonderful and outstanding. I would like to express my condolences to you."

With the astrolabe in hand, with the confidence of the self-reliance portal, Indra's tone was no longer complimented, and she smiled lightly: "If the chief gentleman wants to reward the team members, he should give something more solid."

"Oh? What kind of reward does Mr. Indra want?" Wilson sneered, and it was a humble race, so he began to take pride in himself so soon.

Realizing that he was dysfunctional, Indra explained: "Hahaha, Mr. Supervisor may have misunderstood what I meant. After all, this is an ambiguous sentence. You may not be able to grasp it accurately if you are proficient in the language. What does it mean, is there any other reward needed? The condolences of the chief gentleman outweighs everything. "

"It seems that the Indian language is really profound." Wilson nodded with a smile.

No matter how Indra explained, his expression and performance could not deceive people. For the Indian team's worth, he chose to tolerate temporarily.

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