He struggled to throw White Tiger King’s mobile phone to the ground, smash it to pieces, and then gritted his teeth and roared, “More than 1,500 people died yesterday, and today another 1,000 people died. Is Calum a waste?”
White Tiger King coughed twice, but he didn’t dare to answer.
Wesley Drake said with an extremely gloomy expression, “The defeat of these two battles will definitely discredit our Dragon Temple!”
“It may even make us fall out of 10 places in the ranking of the world mercenary organization in one go!”
“The whole mercenary world has not suffered so much in recent decades! This is really a slippery thing!!”
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