Mordred didn't even feel angry at all. He leaned at the door and looked at their disgustingly distorted faces with a smile, and said lightly: "You say that now, aren't you afraid of slaps in the next match? You know. The next game is Real Madrid at home. You are so anxious to make a conclusion, be careful that your face swells to 180 pounds." pool xxx Putting down Doyle's phone call, he immediately called Chris' home, trying to tell him what he thought.