Make it Rain My Lord

Sukrucuk, with his sour smile accompanying his unconscious eyes, was wearing the equipment he received as a gift; the connotation of the name of the baggy salwar hit his face directly.

"Wow, bro, you hit the jackpot this time!"

As Toraman leaped forward without giving anyone a chance, the middle-aged man who he had just teased had accelerated towards him, enraged.

"Sukrucuk, stop! Well, this is a very nice salwar."

If there were a small argument between the two, we would have laughed again, but I will not be able to stop telling the truth in front of my eyes this time.

"Brother, this suits you very well; they are the same color as your armor, look!"

When he praised the new item in Rimel, our tank remembered that he had not looked at his new item yet.

"Finally, I have something that I can wear comfortably during the day!"