The corner of Yuan Chengfeng's mouth twitched. Lin Changqing had exposed his thoughts in a single sentence, leaving him somewhat embarrassed. Yet inwardly, he was puzzled. He had thought he'd hidden it well!
Why had Lin Changqing Seen Through his thoughts at a glance?
Little did he know, if Lin Changqing had heard that thought, he would definitely have spat in his face.
With that monkey-like face and that look of ill intent, even a pig could tell, couldn't it?
"You won't say? Then leave. Don't disturb me."
Lin Changqing glanced at Yuan Chengfeng and continued, "And wipe that smile off your face. It's so fake—ugly, too..."
"Fake?"
Yuan Chengfeng froze and subconsciously touched his face. The smile vanished from his face at once, replaced by utter gloom.
Then, looking at Lin Changqing, he said with a bitter smile, "Brother, you're really humorous. Since you've put it that way, I won't beat around the bush anymore.
"I didn't come looking for you for any other reason.
"I just wanted to ask whether you have any Contribution Points. Are you willing to sell them?
"I guarantee a fair price..."
"You want to buy Contribution Points?"
Lin Changqing shot Yuan Chengfeng a glance and said coldly, "Not selling. Go find someone else!"
What a joke. Within the Demon Suppression Division, Contribution Points were far more useful than gold and silver.
Gu Chensha had already told him that aside from the one free chance newcomers had to enter the Scripture Pavilion, Contribution Points were needed for every visit afterward.
And that wasn't all. Within the Demon Suppression Division, Contribution Points were needed for everything.
He did indeed have some Contribution Points—the thirty points he had earned from completing that assessment mission.
After he officially joined, they had been credited to his Identity Token.