Mcgee had not heard from Irene for a long time, and he did not want to ask.
After all, it would be awkward for anyone to ask.
He could not help anyone, so he did not speak up.
In fact, he could imagine how Irene would end up.
She would either die or survive.
If she could survive, it should be possible with her identity as a missionary and the ability of the slave contract.
The rainstorm had sealed off heaven and earth. The trapped Beast Masters could do nothing, so the chatbox became lively again.
All kinds of pictures and messages were displayed on it.
Mcgee also had nothing to do. While making some deals on the marketplace, he quietly watched the screen. He actually felt very happy.
"Brothers, who can save me in the desert? The storm is so heavy that even my wooden house has collapsed."
