He paused for a moment to collect himself, then replied:
"I was pretty sure I could handle the Void Tide, you know?"
"If I'd told you,"
"and had you run all the way over here,"
"wouldn't that have just wasted your valuable time to climb the event rankings and develop your own territories?"
The words had barely left his mouth when a private message from Su Mumu popped up:
"Are you sure?"
"You, all by yourself, can handle endless waves from the Void Tide *and* a joint attack from a group of Evil God Players?"
"Don't forget."
"You still owe me 25 purple-grade Unit Promotion Cards."
"I can't just let you die."
Seeing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but chuckle. He immediately asked:
"How did it become only twenty-five Unit Promotion Cards?"
"You came all this way to help me deal with the Evil God Players. Aren't you going to charge a mercenary fee for defending my home?"
"You should at least round it up to three hundred and twenty-five, right?"
