"Manager, there is really no water to drink, and our brothers can't hold on any longer." The bronze-complexioned man said weakly.
"We can't lose this batch of stuff. If we hold on for a few more days, reinforcements will arrive. Don't worry, you will definitely benefit from this mission." The round-faced, pale-skinned manager gritted his teeth and skillfully drew a pie.
"It's difficult to persist without water." The man was referring to the objective difficulties.
"Then kill the horse! At least we can have some water to drink." The manager was decisive and gave the order directly.
"Okay." The caretaker was relieved and the man hurried out the door.
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