After a brief pause, Lin An glanced at Yuan Feng, whose thoughts had nearly twisted themselves into a knot, with an expression that was almost a smile but not quite.
Lin An rather admired Yuan Feng.
He was ruthless enough, reasonably clever, and, most importantly, knew when to advance and when to retreat.
Despite having a contract, he had not mentioned the Space Equipment, which showed that he understood his current situation clearly enough.
Lin An's gaze shifted slightly. Remembering how he had once planned to take Mount Lao Safe Zone and the Black Domain, he thought it over briefly before speaking calmly:
"Then follow me."
Once everything was dealt with, perhaps he could have this fellow manage Mount Lao for him.
After all, Yuan Feng had once been Mount Lao's administrator, and he seemed to be a capable person.
In the end, after Yuan Feng let out a sigh of relief, though his expression remained somewhat bitter, Lin An added:
"I'll give you the Space Equipment I promised."
Whether because of the contract's restrictions or his usual conduct, he was not so petty as to renege on a piece of equipment.
Although the contract did not specify when he would give it to him, after glancing over the items he had obtained inside the ring, Lin An noticed that among the equipment dropped by the silver-haired man after his death, the belt was Space Equipment.
Although it looked rather worthless and could hold only a small amount of things at most,
it should be enough for Yuan Feng to use.
The young man following behind Lin An stared blankly at his back in surprise.
Before rushing out, he had actually thought about it for a long time.
With his strength greatly reduced, he no longer had any bargaining power.