It's not your laughter?
Then whose laughter is it?
Upon hearing Marquis Wing's words, King Chu was a bit at a loss.
He listened carefully once more and suddenly realized that this laughter was purer than Marquis Wing's. In terms of tone, it sounded younger.
"Damn, why does this laughter sound so familiar..."
At this moment, Marquis Wing, who was listening attentively, twitched his nose and frowned.
"I also find it familiar... hsss..."
As King Chu spoke, towards the end, he gasped in surprise.
Then, the two old fellows suddenly lifted their heads, looked at each other, and their expressions instantly froze.
"Basil, Basil Jaak?!"
Almost in unison, they uttered the name they least wanted to mention at that moment.
"Hahaha... Not bad, not bad. You even remembered my voice. Truly impressive!"
