"There are also those batches of exploration teams, which we will naturally deal with."

"Of course we don't need to take action later."

Mr. Luo blinked at him.

"Didn't the last group of people die in your hands?"

It turns out that this group of people are not aborigines, but were kept here in captivity.

Seeing that the priest was completely speechless, Fu Qian on the side sighed silently.

But according to Mr. Luo, there is also what the little girl mentioned.

It seemed that in the end, her father's group of people were directly dealt with by the priests and other fanatics, without even asking Miyamoto and the others to take action.

…

"Then what is your real purpose...wait a minute, I don't want to know!"

Miyamoto, who was already a little dumbfounded, subconsciously asked, but halfway through the question he bit his tongue fiercely.

Obviously, he knew very well that knowing too much was not a good thing, and he stopped the car decisively.

"You're very discerning. No wonder your father sent you here."

Mr. Luo turned around and praised with a smile.
Chapter completed!