He walked over patiently, and the consul stood by the table with his waist on his back, looking at the things on the table with annoyance, and even regretting his original decision.
"Don't you have a seat? Nanawei, you can eat it. You won't eat it anyway. Come on, this hot pot is very authentic!"
"I said, Mr. Phoenix, you have a great appetite. This is the fourth meal today, right?"
"Oh, in life, how many big things can there be? It's just eating and drinking, and the rest are all small things."
"There are tens of thousands of people outside? Is this a small matter? You have always said there is a way to solve it."
Rozim grinned, took a bite of the razor wings stained with seasonings, and said while chewing:
"Have you broken up yet? They are not tired?"
"It's not apart, it's just an internal strife."
"Oh, there's an internal strife? That means it's useful."
"it works?"
The consul frowned.
"What, this has something to do with you?"
"The consul of the Dark Spirits Conspiracy Group has a particularly beautiful concubine. She lost a piece of underwear and happened to appear in the bedroom of the consul of the Deadly Hook Conspiracy Group."
Imo raised his eyebrows and sneered:
"I think neither of them should be idiots. Such a simple plan would not be impossible to see."
"Of course, they both know."
Rozim wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking at Roken, who was peeping at the snow-white thighs of Wu Ling who was sharpening his knife with a telescope.
"Hey! Stop looking, stuff!"
"oh."
Loken came over and handed Rozim a photo. Rozim turned around and handed it to Imo. When he saw it, it was a nude photo. He knew the male protagonist, and the female protagonist...
Rozim snickered and said:
"Things are not afraid of falsehood, but they are afraid of being true, so some people will be guilty. Because those who are wearing hats will take the opportunity to attack themselves, then they will definitely take the initiative to attack themselves, but if they should say it, you Comoros are really fucking... Brother, you also have to take care of your belts, don't make a mistake one day because of this."
"this--"
Imo was amazed and slowly sat down on the seat that Nanawei reluctantly gave up.
At this time, Loken came over with another telephone.
"I'm willing to take it there."
Rozim smiled and took the phone through and teased in a broken Aida voice:
"Consul Charlson, are you interested in considering joining the Death League now? Oh, I know, you are definitely not interested. You are going to report to Victor. Of course, you are the consul who is most loyal to Victor, but I guess you should not just report this? It seems that you have a good time with Consul Pascal's daughter. Oh, this is of course a secret. I am the most strict person. How could I say this in front of many people while eating hot pot? Right, okay, I'll wait for good news."
After a moment, Rozim asked Roken to bring another communicator and took more than ten seconds to connect the communication.
When Imo heard Rozim pronounce the name with a smile, he almost jumped up.
"Consul Erebos, I thought you were busy."
Eribos was also one of the consuls of several conspiracy groups involved in the siege. Imo did not expect that he was also associated with this strange ape.
"Ahhh, it doesn't matter. I know you haven't lost yet. Haven't you been very close to the Isaiah consul of the fatal hook conspiracy group recently? Both sides also caught a large group of green skins and prepared to go to the arena to sell for a high price, but not long ago, they were accidentally robbed. Both families suffered heavy losses, right? In order to capture these hundreds of green skins, you all killed and injured a lot of subordinates. Fortunately, I found these green skins in a secret warehouse on your territory. I guess the robber accidentally fell where they were. Should I give them to you both now? Don't worry, think slowly, I'm very patient."
Turning off the communication, Rozim smiled and picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, then turned to look at the consul Imo who looked stunned.
"Brother Imo, why don't you eat it?"
"Well..."
Rozim then poured him half a glass of wine and placed it in front of him.
"Today may be our last meal during this period. I also said when I came, just passing by, I was going to the Enderland."
The consul looked down at the wine glass, his patience seemed to be like this half-full.
“It’s dangerous, what are you going there to do?”
"Of course there is something important to do. That guy Victor has completely interrupted all the business of conspiracy groups related to the Death Army. At the same time, he also hired a large number of Mandela to launch assassinations against the Death Army consuls. Many strongholds are actually almost the same as falling, so I have to go there to solve this problem."
"In other words, are you going to find...that one?"
Rozim's shoulders drooped and he nodded slowly.
"There is no choice. I heard that Mandela is very powerful now. This matter cannot be solved. Your head will be cut at any time."
After hearing the other party say this, Yimo couldn't help swallowing his throat, feeling his neck chills, then picked up the wine glass and clinked it with the other party.
"Brother Phoenix, but that place is not easy to go. You have to pass through the ending land. Due to the erosion of the shadow kingdom, the space and time in these broken areas may be chaotic. Not to mention living people, even the sub-space demons can do nothing in it."
“Aren’t there a lot of adventure teams coming in?”
"Those are outlaws, idiots who try to find treasures or valuables from the devoured city..."
"It's okay, I have a solution."
"Well, when are you going to set out?"
"You should be fine for a while. We will leave after the meal."
"Uh...Is there no other assistance in the Death League?"
"Hey, brother, don't worry, there will be a large army coming to defeat Victor soon. Hold on for a while, and good days will be coming."
"But we were surrounded by our homes and we couldn't go out to plunder slaves. The slave reserves were about to be exhausted. Without slaves, the conspiracy group could not be maintained. And you also know our situation. Without slaves, survival would be a problem..."
“This is simple!”
Rozim raised a finger and pulled Dogo by the side with a smirk.
"We have good things here that can relieve your abscess. Hello, hey, what about your goods."
"Himmer! Wait."
When he heard a sound, the drunkenness on Dogo's face disappeared immediately. He dragged a stool from the side and stood up.
"Come on, try our high-end addiction product, Fruit King, you must have never eaten this flavor."
Looking at the black fruit core-like thing that Dogo took out from somewhere, the consul frowned. If anyone dared to let him eat something inexplicable in the past, he would have asked Nightmare to slash the guy with one knife, but even though he knew that the other party did not need to use poisoning, the consul could not help but he could not help but hesitate when he smelled the indescribable smell.