The war was terrible and loud, like thunder falling from the sky, causing the residents of Fir Town to be terrified. And especially when they saw those card artisans who were arrogant and domineering in their daily life, each and everyone of them would be fearful, turning a shade paler. Not a soul could be found on the street and all the doors of the shops were all shut tight.
Plundering for loots during the time of war has always been a very blessed practice.
Xiaobo and Sang Hanshui ran back and forth together, moving in a kind of way as if they were farting, and their mouths were stuffed with so much joy to the point that they were having a hard time closing it.
"Pop, another five-star card, this guy is so loaded!" Xiaobo smacked his mouth together. His face had grew into a miser's, as he unknowingly drooled.
