"Zi Kuang, why are you wasting words on them? Hurry up and go!"
The Island Mistress regarded this crowd with even greater contempt.
As for tribute and the like—
To her, it was all nothing but a joke.
Back when the Carefree Gate still existed, it had only demanded resources from its subordinate forces. When had it ever stretched out a hand toward this lowest tier of trash?
Besides, what could this trash possibly produce that the Carefree Gate would find worthy?
As for their North Marsh Island, they found such things even more laughable.
Ever since the Carefree Gate had seized the Great Northern Wasteland's position as overlord, North Marsh Island had never received so much as a sliver of benefit from these people.
If North Marsh Island had not carved out a different path, it would likely have long since been crippled by a lack of resources.
Yet these people had come to say such things to her when danger was at hand. It nearly made her laugh her teeth out.
"No! You can't leave! Even if you really must go, you have to take us with you!" The short, fat man ran out to block their way again.
Compared to before, Zi Kuang was far more violent this time.
A sinister smile appeared on his face. With a backhanded slap, he sent the short, fat man flying.
"Since the day I entered the world, every resource I obtained has been bought with human lives. Even if I occasionally ate someone else's meal, to this day I only owe one person a favor. Who the hell do you think you are?" Zi Kuang cursed viciously.
It was no wonder his temper was so bad.
Whenever the subject of owing someone came up, he would subconsciously think of Qin