Wang Teng waited three days before someone came to ransom Swete and the others.
They had come together with General Mokarun.
After receiving the news, Wang Teng received them in the Tiger Fiend Legion Reception Hall.
The Tiger Fiend Legion Reception Hall was not large, nor could it be called luxurious. It was simple and plain, perfectly suited to the military's style.
After everyone had taken their seats, Wang Teng had someone pour water for the guests.
The person Third Prince had sent this time was likewise a man who appeared to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. However, no one present found it difficult to tell that his true age was far beyond his twenties.
But for warriors above the Planetary Level, anyone under a hundred years old was actually considered very young.
Some special races even remained in their juvenile stage until they were five hundred or even a thousand years old.
At that moment, the man looked at the water in the cup beside him. His brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he did not touch it at all. A trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.
No one had ever entertained him with a mere cup of plain water. This Wang Teng truly had no class.
"Sorry, I'm rather poor. I don't have anything good to serve you," Wang Teng said blandly.
"..." General Mokarun's mouth twitched.
He might have believed it if someone else had said that, but he did not believe a single word from Wang Teng.
He knew that Wang Teng had taken out a whole pile of Grandmaster Level and Great Grandmaster Level Spirit Food to share with his squad members.
If that counted as poor, then wouldn't everyone else be beggars?
Peggy, standing beside Wang Teng, remained expressionless. Inside, she was completely unfazed.
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