A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

Three hundred million, indeed not a small amount.


The last time they scored at the Rose Club, it was just a fraction of that amount, and now Megan Lee's opening offer was three hundred million, which was by no means a small sum.


Kerr Cowell did not speak immediately but just casually gestured with his hand.


Scar Dog and Justin Lee looked at each other and disappeared from their original place, not knowing where they went.


As for Cowell, he did not speak either, just standing there with both hands on his walking stick, gently rubbing his jade thumb ring with his thumb. He calmly raised his head to look into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.


Megan Lee knelt on the ground, not daring to stand up, feeling dead in his heart. If he had known this journey would have brought him into contact with Carl Jacob Company, he must have taken water into his brain to make this trip.


Chapter 278: Who is the cicada, who is the mantis, and who is the yellow bird.