章節 547: Festival

Liao San could not help but to return to the base camp with bitter resentment.

Curses! If it was not because I had no other choices…

He whined, expressing his hatred towards the merchant who had just pulled a daylight robbery upon him. Fifty million? Was he out of his mind? Was he aware of how many tons of weapon one could purchase with fifty million? Those thieves at the logistics were as if angels compared to this satanic entity!

If he did become the head of the logistics, hell knows what could happen…

Liao San shuddered at the thought of it.