Chapter 663: Raise My Submachine Gun_1

Amadeus Yancey never touches offal; last time we went to eat spicy hotpot, he didn't even add duck blood, but now he turned his head, looking very calm, and said to Alfred Garland, "Serve me a bowl."

Seeing the determination on the boss's face, Alfred Garland didn't say anything else and silently dished him a bowl from the thermal container.

Nathalie Quinlan had just entered the game; she changed her pose, draping her long legs over the side, resting her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, propping up her chin, and refocused her attention on her phone.

She had just entered the game.

A team invitation notification popped up on her screen.

Nathalie Quinlan saw the name, "Raise Your Submachine Gun", an ID that seemed familiar. She thought for a moment before remembering it was Sadam Vinson's gaming ID.

She didn't accept it; she tapped on decline.

She had just refused the in-game team invite, the next second she received a WhatsApp message from that person.