The old man's face turned cold. "You said you finished it and you finished it? Do you have any evidence?"
Bai Bingzhao was speechless for a moment. Asking for a proof to break the mission?
Bai Binglong spread out his palm and took out Thunder God's divine token. All of a sudden, thousands of people in the Mercenary Association became quiet.
Almost everyone's eyes were fixed on the Thunder God divine sign shining with silver light in Bai Bingzhao's hand, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
Until Bai Bingying put the Thunder God's Divine Tablet away and showed it outside for a while, maybe someone would suffocate to death.
"Can you hand in the task now? Hurry up and give me the reward. I still have something to do here," Bai Bingzhao said.
"Yes! Yes!" The old man in charge of the tas
