From the conversations of a few people, Mo Liancheng also gained an initial understanding of this bandit-style "Holy Land tradition."
At this moment, the four of them stopped and looked at Mo Liancheng with shining eyes.
The chubby guy rubbed his hands and grinned sleazily, "Hope it's a fat sheep."
The others also chuckled slyly.
They stepped forward and surrounded Mo Liancheng.
The chubby guy cackled, "Welcome to the Holy Land, junior brother."
"Senior brother, you're living well and have grown quite plump," Mo Liancheng rarely cracked a joke.
Upon hearing this, the chubby guy's face twitched.
The other three laughed uproariously, looking at the chubby guy, "Chubby, this junior brother is interesting."
