"Aren't you afraid that too many of them will show up and you won't be able to handle it?" Kevin Nash asked.
"Don't worry, I have my ways." A confident smile appeared on the man's face.
"What ways? Do you need my men to help?" Kevin Nash opened a can of eight-treasure porridge, tilted his head back, and poured more than half of it into his mouth.
The man pretended not to see this and said, "Forget about your men. Sending them out would just be sending them to their deaths. It's funny that they still think they're executing some special mission, hahaha..."
"Then what are you going to do?" Kevin Nash asked while chewing.
