"Whatever!" Richards Gerald raised the short knife in his hand and shouted.
Then, the entire Centaur tribe started chanting this slogan one after another.
"Whatever!"
"Whatever!"
"Whatever!"
..
Mike looked at the scene in front of him and was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth.
He originally meant that they could say anything, as long as he could vent his emotions.
Though who knew that these Centaurs actually misunderstood Mike's meaning, thinking that "whatever" was the right thing to say at this time.
He really wanted to explain, but seeing the excitement of these Centaurs, he did not have the heart to say it.
"Forget it, let them be. As long as they think it's good, it's fine."
Mike smiled helplessly and shook his head.
He felt that he should leave this parallel world and return to Second World.
However, after waiting for a while, he realized that he was still in the same place.