"Don't forget it, Xiaoliu, until the critical moment of life and death, humans will not use the things inherited from the Final City... Therefore, even if we suppress ourselves, our chance of winning is at least 50%!"

Perhaps she couldn't stand [no.2]'s appearance of winning, so Meng Wuyue snorted coldly and stabbed:

"What if Heliwell breaks in? Tell me, at that time, even if we use our ultimate strength and fight to the death, what are our chances of winning?"

【no.2】Smile:

"Ninety-nine percent!"

After hearing this, even Xiao Qi, who had closed his eyes to rest, couldn't help but open his eyes, looked at the people next to him, and shook his head secretly.

——Did the second brother drink fake wine? Ninety-nine percent chance of winning? It’s the other way around!

However, the old god [no.2] chuckled and said nothing, just lowered his head calmly and continued to flip through the book.

Oh, if you can solve things with your words, don't even think about using your fists.

If Heliwell comes to kill me, I will immediately kneel on the ground, kowtow, and say "Hello, sister-in-law", and the matter will be solved, right?

What is a wise man?
Chapter completed!