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Chapter 212 Dividends (Part 2)

Now the number ratio of both sides on the court has become four to one, and the gentleman's side still has the advantage.

But even the most optimistic person may not feel that the side with more people still has a chance of victory after seeing what happened just now.

More people does not necessarily mean greater strength. This sentence has been verified countless times in the game.

Including gentlemen and others, they have also defeated enemies several times their size with a weak force.

But now the roles have changed, and when they become the main loser, it feels really uncomfortable.

"What a high attack, so powerful."

It wasn't until this moment that someone woke up. Nan Nan was mumbling to herself, but her face was full of panic.

In the past, when they encountered powerful opponents, they would always turn their attention to the gentleman immediately, and the opponent almost never let them down.

But this time, their opponents were completely different. Their precise locking at ultra-long distances, ridiculously high attacks, and their psychological offensive that gave them the upper hand made them feel that the opponent was invincible from the bottom of their hearts.

Even the boss may not be able to do anything about it.

"This guy at least has the strength of a top-notch master in Europe. Looking at the whole world, it is rare. A big shot like this still comes to steal our things. The other party is too ungraceful."

There was a wry smile on the corner of the gentleman's mouth, and he carefully observed the changes in other people's expressions, and sighed: "We are so unlucky. First we encountered a storm, and then we met a player with the top strength in Europe. Such luck...

"

The purpose of his words was certainly to shirk the responsibility for the failure of this operation, blaming it on bad luck, so that everyone could have a channel to vent, and divert everyone's attention. Otherwise, he would carry this aura of frustration and failure.

If we go back, it will be difficult to lead the next team.

But it is not entirely true to say that it is all excuses. The previous operations were relatively smooth, but then they encountered a storm. After the team's strength was greatly reduced, they encountered an existence that was so powerful that it was irresistible. The bitterness in this was...

How can it be explained clearly in one sentence?

"Well, let me tell you, I must be possessed by the God of Decay today, that's why everything went wrong. That guy over there is so shameless. A great expert actually came here to rob us. I feel really sad from the bottom of my heart.

Despise him."

The man thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the case. A look of realization appeared on his face. It wasn't that they performed poorly, it was just that they were unlucky.

After finding out the reason for the failure, everyone's faces became a little more angry, at least they were no longer full of panic like before.

"I guess the man in the boat in front must be a famous figure in disguise, maybe Merlin von Ludendorff, or the blond boy Napoleon, and what is the name of the yellow-skinned man?" Some people simply gave up.

In order to direct the battle, there are some of the most powerful figures in Europe who have been in the spotlight recently.

"Idiot, it's Haotian. You've said it so many times, why can't you remember it?" A woman beside her, who looked ordinary but had a very hot figure, couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"This Dongfang name is really weird, and I don't know what it means. You can't blame me for that." The person who spoke out before couldn't help but defend himself in a low voice.

"Haha, just ask me this. After watching Haotian's battle video, I logged into the Chinese website and looked up the meaning of these two words on the search engine called Du Niang.

I was dazzled when I saw it. In the mysterious legends of ancient China, the word Haotian is the name of a supreme god emperor. Well, his status is probably equivalent to that of the God we Christians believe in, right?"

Having said this, the man was a little unconfident. China's pantheon of gods is so complicated that even many Chinese people can't figure it out, let alone outsiders like them who are just looking at things in the fog.

"Wow, this man is so arrogant that he dares to be as famous as their God."

The words were full of wonder and admiration. You must know that few people on their side dare to do this. Those rigid missionaries have almost zero tolerance for these blasphemies of the Lord. If someone really does this, just wait until...

You'll be hunted all day long in the game.

"Okay, you think this is a tea party, you..."

The gentleman had just scolded the people around him a few words, but was immediately blocked by the other party's look that said, "What should I do now?" He was also stunned.

What should I do now? What can I do?

He couldn't be beaten and knocked down, and there was almost no hope of escape. Should he pray to the other party to let him and others go?

The two players who had just been sunk into the water had been rescued. Listening to the ridicule of others, their mood finally recovered a bit. At this time, the boss spoke, and they immediately shut their mouths.

What to do now?

"If you ask me, I can't fight with that person. Even if I can't beat him, it would be nice to make him sick." The man just wanted to vent his anger and didn't ask for anything else, as long as he could leave one person on the other person's ship.

mark, he will be satisfied.

This is true, but if you do this, the six people present will really have no way to survive.

If all levels were lost by one level, it would take several days to make up for it.

"How about giving the treasures from the sunken ship to the other party?" Someone suggested in a low voice. They and their group paid such a high price just for these treasures, but now they have to give them away. Most people really can't accept this result.

Sure enough, the mad wolf roared fiercely, "What? You want to give the treasure we worked so hard to find to each other. Are you worthy of the brothers who died?"

Judging from his posture, if he wasn't at sea, he might have rushed over to compete with the opponent immediately.

"Hmph, when we are dead, this treasure will fall into the hands of the other party. What's the difference? Or do you want to drag everyone to death together?"

The man originally felt guilty when he made the suggestion, but was aroused by Mad Wolf's words and immediately retorted with a red face.

"this……"

Others around him were silent, but no matter how slow the mad wolf was, he understood the meaning of everyone's silence. His blood seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a complete sentence after holding it for a long time.

If he were alone, he would not be able to accept the result of surrendering to survive.

Feeling everyone's eyes on him, the gentleman couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips. This guy is really not easy to take.

This is the responsibility that a team leader must shoulder. He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said, "If you don't have any objections, just raise the white flag. The person opposite may be a little impatient."

It was only then that he suddenly realized that the man on the opposite side had never attacked again and was actually waiting here.


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