Fourth Competition

"Big Brother, say something!"

"Sukrucuk big brother, don't scare us!"

"What happened to this now?"

While every head was making a noise, our party's tank was an idol. It was not the one that could be made from such foodstuffs and then consumed, but the stone, you know.

"Rimel, I affect this man!"

Even Toraman was worried that, as you know, Sukrucuk and Sukrucuk were not people who could get along very well.

"Nothing, completely normal. I don't understand why this happened!"

Sukrucuk has been like this since the moment he entered the venue of the fourth competition and saw the fighting platform. I would have assumed he was dead if he hadn't been breathing slowly.

"Go, sit on the side."

Finally, our tank spoke in a whisper. Sukrucuk eyes were narrowed and fixed in one spot.

"Are you sure, bro?" I said.

"Nephew, from now on, even if my dead father comes to me and says don't do it, I don't care.