"Get lost."
The man who is the team leader cursed jokingly, "Get lost, all of you! Are you worthy of being my child's godfather?"
"You can't say it like that."
A dozen men nearby teased and laughed, "A godfather is for warding off evil spirits. There are twelve of us here. One for each, isn't that enough to clean up the evil spirits for your child?"
"In our hometown, acknowledging a godfather requires big gifts."
"Alright."
The captain shook his head, his face turning serious as he hoarsely said, "Let's complete this task first. Although it seems simple, we can't underestimate it."
"Even when hunting a rabbit, the lion gives its all."
"Moreover, the Carl Jacob Company may be a bit sloppy and leave too many loose ends, but their strength cannot be underestimated."
"The several hundred-meter gun turret, according to the message, should be an item weapon that can be constantly enhanced, highly powerful."
"We must be careful."
"Don't worry, boss."