"..."
Chen Mang glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him and casually said, "I heard your leader is a goblin. Is the rumor true?"
The middle-aged man's lips moved for a moment before he finally uttered two words: "It's true."
"You've already called for help, right? Then let's wait a bit longer."
He still had a strong fondness for goblins.
In his mind, goblins were purely an agricultural people who just wanted to develop themselves peacefully. They probably wouldn't kill the CEO of a "tourism company" for no reason, as it seemed unlikely there was any intersection of interests between the two sides.
If possible.
He hoped there was some misunderstanding here.
He didn't really want to kill goblins.
Even if this goblin and Dobamondo weren't the same kind of people.
Fifteen minutes later.
