Sampo had certainly done plenty of smiling. As a qualified merchant, smiling more when facing customers was always beneficial.
People who loved to smile were never unlucky.
Because unlucky people simply couldn't smile.
Sampo didn't think his luck was bad. He was just unfortunate. Sampo felt those two things sounded alike, but there was actually quite a difference.
If his luck were truly bad, he wouldn't have met a major client like Chen Luo. But Sampo really did feel unfortunate.
Wasn't I just tattling on you? Why are you so anxious? And you're this powerful, yet you couldn't have said so earlier? If you had, wouldn't I have avoided courting death?
He had ended up lying in bed for ten minutes. Even after he stopped laughing, his body still felt weak.
Laughing for ten minutes really could drain a person of strength. If someone had a weaker constitution, they might even laugh themselves to death.
"By the way, Sampo, what did you want to tell me when you called my name just now?" After briefly examining Sampo and confirming that no side effects remained on him, Natasha asked.
"Click!" Before Sampo could speak, Chen Luo aimed the Friendship Revolver at him again. The warning in his eyes was obvious.
Try saying one more word, punk.
Although Chen Luo's Friendship Revolver couldn't be used repeatedly on the same person within half an hour, Sampo didn't know that.
Not even Kiana would be stupid enough to reveal that.
"Luo Luo, isn't your Friendship Revolver... hahaha..."
"..." Fine. Chen Luo took back what he had just said.
Kiana, whose ticklish spots were being teased by the threads Chen Luo controlled, obediently shut her mouth.
But strictly speaking, the golden Friendship Revolver really could seamlessly chain into the "laughing" effect.
And once Sampo was