The seventh floor of the Dusk Palace.
Su Xiao, Yan Chen, the fake Clown, Black Blood, the OL beauty, and others had gathered. Anyone could imagine what the scene looked like with all these people together.
Su Xiao was maintaining Dragon Slayer Flash, with various sword-care tools spread out before him.
Yan Chen held a piece of raw meat and was teasing the Flame Tiger. The ferocious Flame Tiger was like a large cat in front of Yan Chen.
The fake Clown held a hollowed-out dagger in one hand and a small mirror in the other. He seemed dissatisfied with his current appearance and occasionally made the gash on his face a little longer. Blood dripped from the dagger.
Black Blood held his breath, his face flushed red, looking as if he might suffocate at any moment.
The OL beauty sat stiffly to one side, extremely nervous. She felt like a husky that had accidentally mixed into a pack of wolves and could be exposed at any moment. Her eyes seemed to be shouting, Someone save me! I'm about to be exposed!
Leaving aside the psychological trauma the OL beauty suffered among a group of lunatics, everyone was about to divide the spoils.
"How should we deal with the others? We obtained a total of 1,089 merit points. After deducting our shares, there's very little left to split among them."
Su Xiao spoke. Dragon Slayer Flash had already been polished until it gleamed like new.
"I'll handle that."
Yan Chen spoke with great ambition. The reason he seemed ambitious was that he intended to use this matter to win people over. There was another meaning behind it as well: he could take a smaller share, but Su Xiao could not stop him from doing something.
The situation was obvious. The