Some people were so crazy they would beat themselves up—and even rob their own side. Lu PingAn was seeing that for the first time.
But Chris looked absolutely delighted, even happier than when she had snatched up a Rule-level Weapon before.
Meanwhile, the person in charge across from them was practically in tears.
"Whose subordinate are you? Uh, don't tell me your faction—I can't tell them apart. Just tell me which demigod or eighth-rank is at the top behind you."
"Lord Su Wen? Uh, never heard of him. A foreign demigod who recently joined the church? Oh, then it's fine."
Having finished the conversation, Lu PingAn ignored the miserable-looking manager and smiled at Big Cat, who was rifling through the other side's Top Seed Vault.
"Take more. Don't stand on ceremony."
The atmosphere instantly grew even stranger, and the store manager began trembling all over. Not from anger, but fear.
As a quasi-executive rushed in to handle this emergency, he knew very well how his "BOSS" behaved in private. There had been countless actions toeing the line. Had something finally happened? Were they about to be purged?
Yet Lu PingAn had no idea that, in his eyes, choosing to put down roots in this sensitive region while the Forest Goddess Faction answered the call to migrate south and advance east was itself an act of betrayal. Not to mention their foreigner status—looking at this clearly excessive arsenal, perhaps they had planned to start an uprising in the north while the Eastern Kingdom was at war.
Then they might as well be given a warning together.
Lu PingAn and Chris went shopping all the way through the area, even deliberately checking special channels such as secret realms and the Black Market. Everyone they approached felt their scalps go numb. The financial