Twelve hours later.
The alliance did not send anyone to respond.
Slaughter Squad members stood outside the alliance, waiting quietly for half an hour.
As a result, no one even came out to greet them.
Len Hawthorne chuckled devilishly, waving his hand, "Deliver the betrothal gift."
"Okay!"
Team members happily carried two or three betrothal gifts to the door of the alliance and quickly withdrew.
The alliance's guarding officer immediately ran into the alliance to report.
They also lifted the betrothal gifts and placed them in front of Dallas Zimmer.
Everyone looked at each other.
"What is this?"
The guardian officer handed over a betrothal letter, on which Dallas Zimmer and Len Hawthorne's names were written.
Dallas Zimmer: "..."
His name was on the lower side, which meant it should be the woman's position.
Other people: "..."
Dallas Zimmer's face turned ashen, "Who let you bring this in, throw it out, the further the better."