If the slaves wanted to turn over, they had to take the initiative to pick up their weapons and stand up!
Donor elegantly put down the spoon in his mouth and picked up a napkin to wipe the paper, as if he didn't notice the commotion behind him.
Just as everyone thought that this Night Elf would be as cowardly and compromising as those submissive Night Elves, the young man called Estelle suddenly grabbed the manager's arm and broke it expressionlessly.
"Ah!!!" The manager screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
He knelt on the ground and pressed his left hand against his bleeding right arm.
Staring at the severed arm lying on the ground, the manager revealed a shocked and pained expression.
