“Okay.” Mr. Webb nodded and said: “Then I will let the Eight Heavenly Kings go to Golim Mountain overnight to get the private jet ready.”
Donald asked in surprise, “Dad, don’t you need to be so worried?”
Elder Webb said earnestly: “You just killed 15 lives this evening, and they will definitely think that they will not come back for a while, so we will send the Eight Heavenly Kings over tonight, and strive for the Eighth Congress tomorrow morning. The King of Heaven can appear in front of them, and in this way, they can be caught off guard!”
Donald nodded with a face of being taught.
He felt ashamed at this moment in his heart, because his ability at this point was really too far behind the old man.
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