[CH.7] Hwa-gi-ham-geum-jin: Oh, I'm late.

[CH.1] Wang Ant No.6: Check the Mail of the Searchman

[CH.7] Yeosu Bambatta: Jung 2 Guhyeon Class LOL

[CH.7] Jjubaebe: Flex done, moya~

[CH.4] Steel Plane: No, easy, birds. It's lagging.

[CH.5] Baby: LUKZZGLZEN~~~~~

[CH.2] Arirang: @@@@@@Top 10 speakers to the auction house@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

The guild chat window was also busy.

[LETTA: MOLDIDE CONTINUES:

[Fire: Shaking it out in the wholeheartedly.

[Passion: When sanctioned for obstructing the game –_;]

[Massification: Shocked by Myth Raid]

[Intellectual: That's why you don't do it yourself.]

[Intellectual: Not trying to kill in the first place]

[Confession: Then?]

[Intellectual: I'll see you soon]

[Intellectual: Mr. Hx]

[Intellectual: Are you close to potato chips?]

[Hx: You're close, aren't you?]

[Intellectual: Please connect me]

[Hx: Pacho?]

[Intellectual: Yes]

Sung drank cold water and broke up the party with Yonggari Fireworks. It also ended voice chatting. The Yonggari Fireworks shot said, "Ah! Tell me a little more!' But it was none of his business. Didn't we already provide a video source with a million views?

I pressed Accept. There were Hx and potato-flavored onion chips at the party.

(Intellectual: ᄋᄋ)

(Potato flavored onion chip: What's going on?)

(Potato flavored onion chip: Maldives Georger)

(Potato flavored onion chip: Won't you go?)

(Intellectual: LOL)

(Intellectual: You know very well)

(Hx: Hehe)

Hx laughed as if he had got the hang of it. Sung glanced at the Assassin Alliance protesting with a knife and knocked on the keyboard.

(Intellectual: How many Assassin allies are you with now?)

(Potato flavored onion chip: Now)

(Potato flavored onion chips: 52 people are in attendance.)

(Potato-flavored onion chips: But everyone watches streaming.)

(Potato-flavored onion chips: They're probably getting more access because of the Assapong tea.))

Fifty-two. I wish there were more, but it's quality over quantity. It wasn't a small thing to think that all 52 people were concept-chung and Assassin-sincere. Sung Cha-hyun smiled leisurely.

(Intellectual: Talk to Assassin Union)

(Intellectual: if you kill and certify to sleep)

(intellectual: 1 million goals per kill)

(Potato flavored onion chips: ??)

(Potato flavored onion chip: ᄋᄋ?))

(Potato flavored onion chips: Steamed? LOL)

(Intellectuals: Your guilds play PK.)

(Potato-flavored onion chip: LOLKKKKKKKKKK)

(Intellectual: To Nim's Guild, too.)

(Intellectual: People will continue to report their locations.)

(intellectual: unable to move alive)

(Intellectual: Are you confident?)

(Potato-flavored onion chips: Oh, yeah, sure. LOL LOL)

(Potato-flavored onion chips: Swag didn't die in the main seat. LOL)

As the potato-flavored onion chips ran excitedly, the Assassin Union's Assassins, which had been crowded under the zelkova tree, also disappeared. Since then, it has been a bolt out of the blue. Guild members, who had already confessed their main posts once, were scattered to play their respective roles at the instruction of Sung Cha-hyun.

The Bu Guild Master tin robot went on a contact with the former guild management, where Moldive left without hesitation, the Yonggari Fireworks shot with the help of viewers, and Hx took advantage of the PVP user's connections to dig up Moldive's past track record. Letta went with Assassin Union to kill the Maldives.

The North Korean cheeseburger and the spirit were also digging up information from acquaintances in their respective occupational groups. Jik-Sal, who just got off work and logged on to the game, trudged away, saying he would look for Maldives' ID. The annual train was busy catching fish, whether guilders did or not. In fact, some fishing boats were unable to escape.

Somehow, the merchant laid a mat in the middle of the Rhettna Square, breaking away from the auction house's bulletin board. Next to him stood Wang Ant 6, wearing an ant hat, like a secretary.

OvO and Lumbisco were in charge of making sure that they killed them when they were posted on the official website's free bulletin board, and handing over the list to the merchant. However, the two had little to do. OvO, who was dancing in boredom, cried.

[OvO: I don't have much work to do]ᅲᅲ]

[OvO: Just the Letta and the Gossip]

[OvO: Can I go kill Maldives?ᅲᅲᅲᅲ]]]]]]

[Intellectual: ?]

[Can Robot: Kids can't kill well?]

[Fire: Kids are in big trouble these days_a]

[Letta: ᄂᄂ]

[Letta: Well-killed]

[OvO: No, you're such a good-looking man]

[OvO: One person keeps killing me]ᅲᅲ]

[허리디스코: zl존쌔신k 이사람 인증글만 계속 올라오는데]

[Huridisco: What is this...]]

[Huridisco: ZlZONSASHINK] [You can multiply after Nick;]

[Hx: He's such a good man]

[Hx: You can't beat most people]

Surely the attack on Moldive was unusual. Rather, it was more like a wish than a Maldives. From laughing '^^' to making fun of people, to trap people's propensity and pre-installation, to the ability to identify the fish god with silver shoes. You might have believed if zlzoneshinsink claimed to be a wish.

[Intellectuals: It's more frustrating for one to keep killing.]

[LETTA: LOL]

[Letta: Correct]

Sung Cha-hyun put his elbows on the desk and put his chin on it. Before I knew it, the empty glass was pushed to my elbow. I was lost in thought, tapping lightly on the cheek with my fingers.

Sung Cha-hyun could be sure. This is not what Maldives alone did. It was clear that the main seat had taken a hand.

The Maldives' former nickname was Calvory, a well-known attention seeker and user who pushed his own strategy before. Many people knew the nickname Calvary, even though they did not know Moldive. A few days ago, Calvary would have changed her nickname and entered the PVP with a new heart, had a quarrel, and had a tie with the main post on the same team at the right time.

The picture Maldives brought to certify that it was his wish was one of a permanent suspension photo that covered his nickname and account. It's so sloppy, but just the fact that "Bonjwa who fed hope" called him "Sumang" made him a real hope. I don't know what the main position will gain by transforming the Maldives into a real wish.

Sung Cha-hyun roughly typed with one hand.

[Intellectual: ᄅᄐ]

[Letta: ?]

Bon Jwa Even when a guy work, it was functioning normally, but keep your mouth in the Maldives but themselves to death, a false feeling to shoot up. If it is not a real relationship but a shallow online relationship, it will do more, and if it is already rolling enough, it is absolutely necessary.

[Intellectual: How's the Maldives?]

Every time Maldives moves around the field, he gets a location report, attracts the Assassin Coalition, the master of conceptual personality, and puts a bounty on Maldives' neck. It was all a device to heighten the injustice of the Maldives, and a big picture to grab the collar of the main seat behind the Maldives.

[LETTA: He's getting closer to the final stages]

[North Korean Cheese Burger: They're mad at you for being good at everything]

[OvO: Can I go to the Maldives?ᅲᅲᅲ]]]]

[Huridisco: Waiting for two people]ᅲᅲ]

Throw a little carrot at the tired and angry Maldives, and you'll get solid evidence that the main seat is involved in this.

[LETTA: LETTA: LOL here's a lot of fun]

[LETTA: Because I'm not living in MOLDEPHIP]

[LETTA: zlZONSHINKga]

[Letta: Another Assassination]

[OvO: My friend must be so funny]ᅲᅲᅲᅲ]]]]]]]

[Hx: Only Assassin dies?]

[Letta: ᄋᄋ]

[LETTA: LOL] [NAN AN GUNDREAM]

There's no way you'll lose the first clipper to your main seat, but you'll have to cut the bud just in case. Sung Cha-hyun grabbed the mouse with his cheek-blowing hand.

[Intellectual: Location]