It was quite easy for members to make money. Ordinary guard and escort missions paid well.
For minor missions like these, unless something special happened, they paid very few Containment Points, with most of the compensation coming in cash.
After all, members already received a stable income of Containment Points every month.
Aside from newcomers taking them on and veterans doing them during their vacations, the only other time people accepted such missions was when they were short on money.
Of course, some lengthy missions—lasting half a year, a year, or even several years—came with medal rewards.
Most Alpha-level newcomers who never encountered containment incidents relied on this method to accumulate merit.
As things stood, Mo Qiong could basically take any guard mission, endure it for half a year, and obtain an Alpha Medal, advancing to Beta-class.
However, outstanding as Mo Qiong was, he hoped for better experience.
"Master Gou, as a Gamma Member as powerful as you, can't you try to get us some more impressive missions?" Mo Qiong asked with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Master Gou's smile faded. He stared sternly at Mo Qiong, his gaze incomparably sharp.
"What's wrong?" Mo Qiong asked in surprise.
Master Gou suddenly threw a punch. Caught off guard, Mo Qiong hurriedly raised his arms to block, but even after blocking it, he was sent flying.
He crashed into the wall. He was not seriously hurt, but he looked at Master Gou in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"When did you start thinking that missions were guaranteed to succeed?" Master Gou asked heavily.
"I..." Mo Qiong pursed his lips and fell into thought.
"There's something wrong with your mindset. Adjust it properly! Otherwise, your next mission will be your death date." Master Gou spoke sternly.
Mo Qiong exhaled and steadied himself.
After