Xia Nan only felt irritated.
In his previous life, he had thrown himself wholeheartedly into work, leaving before dawn and returning under the stars, exhausted like a dog every day, yet never once thinking of giving up.
Because he knew this was his only path upward.
And the salary that arrived in his bank account on time every month also proved the value of his efforts.
But he had clearly only wanted to do his own job well, to earnestly complete the tasks his superiors assigned him.
Step by step, steadily climbing upward.
Yet there were always those few people who, for some dispensable benefit, or over some trifling conflict too small to matter, would, without Xia Nan even knowing, inexplicably drag him into so-called "office struggles," sinking him into the whirlpool of social maneuvering.
Against his will, he had been swept along into doing all kinds of strange things.
He had once wanted to resist.
But the obstinacy and persistence deep in his heart, compared to the bills piling up in his inbox at the end of the month and the ever-increasing wrinkles on his parents' faces, had seemed so laughable.
Now, Xia Nan only wanted to kill a few Goblins.
Grind some proficiency, and save up a bit of money while he was at it.
If anyone blocked his way...
In this life, he did not have that many attachments.
"Shasha..."
The branches and leaves swayed gently.
His heart was as cold as the breeze passing through the forest.
He slowly raised his head, his pitch-black eyes calm like a deep, secluded pool.
"Six people."
Xia Nan assessed the situation on the field.
The other side's terms were two-thirds of the spoils, and the equipment on his body.
Combined with the personality and methods of "Gap-toothed" that he