You can make Brother Nan laugh, and Brother Nan enjoys it, but if you try to make Brother Nan laugh at yourself, he won't like it.
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Mihua Square.
At this moment, the Rice Flower Plaza was bustling with people, a gathering of various groups driven there by the Nendoroids.
The distillery, police, FBI agents, and detectives kept a wary distance from each other, their eyes filled with vigilance as they scrutinized one another.
Those who could join these organizations were all intelligent people, and before they figured out why those strange clay figures had driven them here, they all tacitly refrained from taking action.
Their current enemy is the Nendoroids; any grudges can wait until after the Nendoroids are defeated!
"Brother, should we take action now and kill all of these people?"
Vodka made a vicious throat-slitting gesture with one hand towards Gin, who was standing next to him with a gloomy face, while covering his bleeding nose with the other hand.
He just got a swift knee strike from the Vodka-brand clay figure, which made him see stars.
(Oh, sorry, I misspoke earlier, how could I have forgotten about this guy?)
"Idiot! Shut up!"
Gin muttered a curse in a low voice.
How could I have such a stupid underling!
Didn't you see he was in a bad mood right now!
He just picked up his Porsche 356a yesterday, and just now, while he was running away, a Nendoroid figure that looked similar to him delivered a shocking blow and wrecked it on the spot.
That's money he painstakingly saved up, working day and night on missions, and meticulously cutting it out bit by bit!
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