More than twenty million battle merit points?
F***, who could believe this!
The old man was immediately dumbfounded, and the expression on his face seemed to have frozen.
Yi, what was going on here?
Everyone was curious. You only took a look at the scoring device; how did you become like this?
Could it be that it was poisonous?
Otherwise, no matter how low his battle merits were, there was no need for him to have such an expression, right?
Er, heaven-defyingly high battle merits?
Hey, hey, hey, don't live in a dream. How could there be such a possibility?
"What are you standing around for?" Ling Han knocked on the table, his expression impatient.
Only now did the old man come back to his senses, and looked at Ling Han with a confused and uncertain gaze.
More than 20 million battle merit points, how did this guy get it?
