Chapter 851

The Tropical Deathmatch itself was a battlefield where all deceived and betrayed each other. It wasn't about brute force. The final victor would undoubtedly be someone who was both wise and brave. Lionel and Baron were brought before Callum. "Well, aren't you two the lion and tiger of Morbia? So, how did you get ambushed by those Westorian engineers?" "Those bastards were absolutely lawless. They just threw incendiary bombs and smoke bombs at us," Baron gritted out. "How many of your men were killed?" "Around 70 to 80." "That's a lot." Callum's gaze darted around as he continued, "They must've used a lot of ammo this time, right?" Baron had no idea how much ammo the Westorian engineers used. But to persuade these Nihenese warriors to take action, he lied and said, "At least two-thirds of their ammo. I even heard Gaston telling everyone to ration their supplies." "Is that so?" The Nihenese were far more cunning than the Morbians, so Callum didn't fully believe them. But he d