"Lasrow, you idiot, hurry up and take away the garbage, it smells bad." Klar almost vomited out after smelling this smell.

How could you not take a look at this? It's simply disgusting, okay?

"Damn it, boss, they must have tampered with Clar!" Lasro said very affirmatively.

"Klar, what exactly have you encountered in it? Has anyone done any surgery?"

It is said that there is an extreme method of drug rehabilitation, which is to directly remove part of the frontal lobe tissue of the human brain, and the person who is removed will never feel the stimulation caused by drugs again.

"No, no one has touched me. These days I've been playing games, looking around, chatting with others - and having a girlfriend."

Clar said blankly: "There are everything inside, everything is free. There is no need to worry about the future, no need to fight for anything, no need to be wary of anything. Everyone is very sincere, no need to beg for anyone, no need to hide their emotions, and life is very comfortable."

"Wow, boss, I want to stay for a few days too!"

"Shut up, La Rose, you idiot!" Ficlay said furiously: "They are free of charge, where do they get the money? They always have to spend money to buy things outside, right? Even if they can produce everything themselves, food, energy and raw materials, these things will not be provided to them for free!"

Is this Lord of Desire crazy? You should know that there are not only one or two people in the Desire Ranch now, but there are more than one hundred thousand people! No matter how rich that Lord of Desire is, he can support them for a month, but still can support them for a lifetime?

Ficlay couldn't figure out what the Lord of Desire was thinking about.

"I don't know, I really don't know, Ficlay, but I think the Lord of Desire is a great god, and his thoughts are not as trash as we do.

If He lacks money, he can get incredible wealth by taking out any technology in the pasture of Desire - He will not lack money."

"————"Feikre's experience in underworld, who is not sure whether he is a lunatic or a real god, even though he has more than 30 years of experience in underworld, he cannot provide him with any idea to solve the problem.

He grabbed his hair with both hands and sat down dejectedly behind the desk.

If you can't beat it, the Gray Wolf Gang alone is no worse than the poisonous insects.

And? Is it okay if I don’t even glance at you?
Chapter completed!