Bab 483: Do You Need to Give Me 70,000 Points for This Kind of Trash? (I)

Hearing the Chameleon Assassin's words, everyone's interest was piqued. They asked him if he had seen the other party's appearance or if he had seen anything interesting.

The Chameleon Assassin gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine and reiterated,

"I told you!"

"I was scared by the dangerous aura emitted by the other party as soon as I went over!"

"I couldn't see jack sh*t!"

"Trash!" Uncle Crocodile sneered, "Never thought that you were such a scaredy cat,"

Chameleon Assassin glared at him.

"Sure, alright!"

"Since you're so awesome, then why don't you go and take a look yourselves?"

Uncle Crocodile turned his back to the crowd and continued to lie down, smoking.

"No."

"My smoking addiction is acting up."

"I need to smoke another ten cigarettes to recover."

"Idiot!" The Chameleon Assassin made a universal middle finger gesture.

"Aren't you even more cowardly than me?"