Compared to Feng Jun's tone, the Big Shot's reaction was much calmer. "Oh, then I'll have to work a little harder and extract some consciousness... Tsk, the speed is still a bit slow. Hey, you there, can't you copy them any faster?"
"It's already at the limit." Evernight immediately emerged from its withdrawn state. "The equipment's performance is what it is, and the Federation has imposed restrictions. Would it be a bit inappropriate for me to force my way past them?"
"Tell them to remove the limit." The Big Shot was growing impatient. The game had already been cleared, and continuing to play was painfully boring. Wasn't this just a waste of time? "Just ask them: who supports it, and who opposes it?"
Evernight immediately went off enthusiastically to ask. It returned not long afterward. "They want to speak with you all."
"No time," the Big Shot answered bluntly.
Evernight was still pleased when the Big Shot added, "They're only on your level. Who gave them the nerve to think they can talk to us?"
Senior, those words really hurt. Evernight secretly wiped away a nonexistent tear. "They want to know how to deal with me."
It had meant to badmouth the Federation—this sort of probing was something it had always persisted in, never once stopping—but Feng Jun became interested as soon as he heard it. "Hm? I do have a plan for dealing with you... What price are they willing to pay?"
Senior, if you say that, where does that leave my dignity? Evernight's grief surged into a river. "They, they, they... Their offer isn't sincere at all. I think we should refuse them."
"Even if they aren't sincere, we should at least hear their offer," Feng Jun said with a smile. "I know you may feel like you're