Chapter 51: Scam And Scams?

"Burg…"

The crowd swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned around to queue up.

Eighteen Massacres was a little shocked and stood at the end of the line awkwardly. He was extremely buff and tall. He was 1.9 meters tall, taller than the average of the team. He wore a pitch black plate mail, like a huge steel beast.

As everyone knew, Cigarette Butt was his trusted subordinate. But now, this subordinate had become a "repenting frog." As his boss, Eighteen Massacres could not do anything but watch. He wanted to pull Cigarette Butt up, and tell him, "Comrade, thank you for working so hard."

Now, he was attracting people's attention because he stood out too much.

Passersby pointed out at him. Eighteen Massacres had many privileges in real life, and never knew what it was like to queue. Fortunately, his helmet was so thick that it hid his expression.