At these words, Vervier had yet to say anything, but the players immediately switched into mourning mode.
"Boss, you can't leave! What am I supposed to do if you're gone!"
"No, Boss, think it through! No, that's wrong—you can't think yourself into a dead end! Wait, that's wrong too. Anyway, you can't jump down!"
"Boss, after you die, can I inherit your faction's assets?"
"Then I want your little sister!"
"Then I want President Du! Speaking of which, I haven't seen the female president in ages!"
"Then I want Fatty Xiang~"
"Come on, man—"
Gao Gong stared at the group of players with a dark expression. Without another word, the collective favorability dropped by 1-1-1-1-1-1, especially for the two who had asked for Gao Yuanyuan and Du Zhaodi—their favorability fell straight to rock bottom.
What kind of joke is this? I'm not even dead yet, and you're already planning to divide up my rich women? How bold!
Still, the one who wanted the fatty could get a boost in favorability. Fatty Xiang could be left to you. As long as you two were happy, that was all that mattered.
The players whose favorability had plummeted countless times were instantly on the verge of tears, especially the two who had tried to steal his wives. Their tears were practically spilling out.
We were only running our mouths! In this game, we can't even take off our underwear.
Gao Gong rolled his neck. "Nock's Hand" and "Horus Warboots" activated simultaneously. In the next moment, every player present changed color, as though a ferocious prehistoric beast had awakened within the man before them. On the system panel, the red name representing certain death even leaped to purple, signifying that this was more than certain death—it was a dimensionality-reducing attack.
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