A Single Opinion of the Thousand-Person Ruler

"Hehe, as long as you like it."

The two looked at each other, sharing the same calm smiles and identical graceful charm, like a pair of sweet, close friends reunited after a long separation.

Silver Wolf instantly grew anxious, her eyes widening.

"Hey! Kafka, don't let her influence you. She's that Amon, that... that Amon!"

"Babe, it's fine. She's not here for us, right?"

"Wrong! But, I'm not here to tear you apart; on the contrary, I'm here to join you~"

Three people, two completely different expressions and reactions.

Sam squatted next to Silver Wolf, but her steel frame towered far above the sofa, making the scene slightly comical. She scratched her head in puzzlement.

"So, you're not an enemy?"

"Hi↘ hi↗ hi↘, of course Amon isn't an enemy~"

"Sam, don't let her trick you!"

Seeing that Kafka was no help and that even Sam seemed to be wavering, Silver Wolf firmly pinched Sam's armor.

Then, she watched as Amon reached deep into her own plunging cleavage, quickly pulling out an exquisite card from a four-dimensional space. She then raised her index finger as the card slowly spun upon its tip.

And Silver Wolf could feel that this card was extremely, exceptionally familiar.

"Gulp!"

The little Silver Wolf involuntarily swallowed her saliva, her pupils and brain trembling.

The "War Wheel 32" collector's rare peerless commemorative edition data card, with only twelve issued across the entire universe. Right now, the vast majority of players could only gaze at its stereoscopic projection on the official website; the only ones who actually managed to get their hands on one were those legendary top-tier players at the forefront of the rankings whose game scores were astronomical figures.

If anyone could flash a photograph of this card, it would immediately draw the sincere worship of