"To be honest."
Flossie Wright's voice suddenly deepened.
A mercenary corps using a photographer as a burden?!
"My Mandarin is pretty good."
Lucas Cook immediately restored his serious expression.
Of course, he didn't mention that besides this skill, he also pursued Perry Reed relentlessly for a long time and ended up hospitalized for six months with serious injuries.
As his eyes flickered slightly, Flossie Wright scrutinized him for a few moments.
Being suspiciously stared at, Lucas quickly panicked, "Is it really that bad?"
"..."
Flossie Wright couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
With that barely-passing Mandarin level, at most, it's only good for some casual conversations.
However, Perry Reed's mercenary corps really didn't have many who spoke Mandarin.
But—
Why is it necessary to speak Mandarin?
With a slight pause of her brow, Flossie Wright couldn't be bothered to get into it with him and directly asked about the main matter.
