The white-haired old man frowned and thought for a moment. He said, "Seventy percent of my people have penetrated the hall without causing any other issues. Although it's a bit inconvenient, this is certain."
But if it causes other issues, the success probability would be less than fifty percent. Of course, if those who scare the animals empower the Golden Armor Samurai enormously, the success probability would drop to two."
"Does this mean that even from the beginning, the predecessors don't have much leverage?"
Ao Cangsheng clenched his fists, sometimes not wanting to grasp.
"You could say that!"
The white-haired old man smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.
Ao Cangsheng knew that inside these houses, only.
After a while, the white-haired old man easily heard the sound of friction between gold and iron and the thick sound of the door.
The path was opened, and the white-haired old man and the proud old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
