If You Drink Too Much, Get Out!

The next moment, Mo Shang raised his hand slightly and slapped the fireball like swatting a mosquito.

"Boom!"

The fireball shot backward instantly, slammed into the alloy wall of the base, and exploded with a dull rumble.

Mo Shang shook his head in disappointment, then spoke again:

"Young man, that's not how you play with fire. Your energy is too scattered. You need to concentrate your power into a single point to achieve ultimate destructive force—like this..."

As he spoke, the Falling Star Flame surged around Mo Shang, gathering into a pinpoint at his fingertip. A wave of annihilation radiated outward, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Not only that, but the detection instrument beside him let out a sharp alarm.

"It's exceeded the instrument's detection range?!" Director Chen glanced at the reading on the device and was stunned.

He knew this instrument could even measure the energy reaction of a Tsar Bomba.

Yet now, a tiny fireball in Mo Shang's hand had triggered the alarm. This showed that Mo Shang's strength was terrifying—far beyond their imagination!

"So, do you want to keep going?" Mo Shang pointed at Blazing Flame and smiled slightly.

Under Mo Shang's finger, Blazing Flame felt his scalp tingle, a deadly sense of crisis enveloping his entire body.

At that moment, Blazing Flame's training teammates quickly stepped forward, bowing and apologizing to Mo Shang.

"I'm sorry, sir, Blazing Flame had a bit too much to drink..."

"Yeah, yeah, he's drunk. Please be magnanimous and let him off..."

Hearing this, Yellow Immortal rolled his eyes and said, "If he's drunk, then scram. Are you waiting for the immortal to do it himself?"

"Yes, yes, we'll take him away right now..." Blazing Flame's teammates dared not argue, immediately dragging the dazed Blazing Flame out of there.

Seeing this, Mo Shang shook his head with a wry smile and dispersed the flame in his hand.

"Sorry, Mr. Mo Shang, it's our failure in discipline. Please forgive the embarrassment."

As the farce ended, Director Chen quickly began apologizing to Mo Shang.

"It's fine." Mo Shang waved his hand, looking unconcerned.

"Let's go ahead. This way, please."

Chen Guodong led the way again, and the group continued forward along the smooth, cold metal corridor.

After passing through several checkpoints requiring multi-factor identity verification, they finally entered a spacious meeting room.

The room was minimalist in decor, with a long rectangular table in the center and a massive holographic projection screen on the wall.

On the screen were data analyses of various bizarre dungeons...

"Please, have a seat."

Chen Guodong gestured, and staff immediately served warm tea before retreating swiftly without any unnecessary movements.

"Mr. Mo Shang, I'll skip the pleasantries. This Humble One hopes that in the next bizarre dungeon, you can lend a hand to our Dragon Kingdom's chosen ones." Chen Guodong got straight to the point.

Mo Shang didn't speak, just smiled at Chen Guodong and took a sip of tea.

Seeing this, Chen Guodong caught on. After a moment's thought, he spoke again: "As for compensation, as long as it's within our power, we'll do our best to meet your requests..."

"What I want, I'm afraid you can't provide..." Mo Shang shook his head with a smile.

The things that interested him—not even the Dragon Kingdom could produce them, and likely the entire Blue Star had nothing.

Hearing this, Chen Guodong fell silent.

Having witnessed Mo Shang's terrifying strength, he understood that someone like this wouldn't be interested in ordinary things...

Seeing the other's silence, Mo Shang smiled and spoke again: "Don't worry. Zhou Yi's talent is strong. No dungeon can stop him."

Hearing this, Chen Guodong was momentarily stunned. He turned to Zhou Yi and asked, "Xiao Zhou, what is your talent?"

"S-Rank Talent, Power. It lets me break the rules and crush the bizarre." Zhou Yi didn't hide it and revealed the talent he had drawn.

"S-Rank Talent? Break the rules? Crush the bizarre?" Hearing this, Director Chen gasped sharply.

"Yes. You probably saw it in the livestream earlier. I punched the Bloody Slaughterhouse's gate to pieces and cleared the dungeon by ignoring the rules." Zhou Yi confirmed.

"Good, excellent! Xiao Zhou, with you here, the Dragon Kingdom's rise is just around the corner!"

Director Chen stood up, patted Zhou Yi's shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly.

"Rest assured, if you contribute to the nation, the nation won't shortchange you. Tell me what you need directly."

"I need money." Zhou Yi didn't hold back and spoke bluntly. He had no choice—he was truly sick of being poor.

"Alright, how much do you want?" Director Chen nodded with a smile.

"If possible, this much..." Zhou Yi held up one finger.

"One hundred million? No problem. I'll have someone transfer it to you right away. Give me your card number..." Director Chen nodded again.

"No, no, not one hundred million..." Zhou Yi quickly interrupted him and spoke again.

"Not one hundred million? Ten billion? No problem either. I'll apply for it right now..."

At this point, hearing the astronomical figure of ten billion, Zhou Yi was completely stunned.

Chen Guodong saw Zhou Yi wasn't reacting and assumed he thought the offer was too low, so he spoke again: "A hundred billion isn't enough? Then what about a trillion? If that won't work, I can try applying for ten trillion..."

"It's ten thousand, not trillion..." Hearing this, Zhou Yi spoke up again.

"No trillion? Then it's just ten thousand yuan?" Director Chen doubted his own ears and asked again.

"Yes..." Zhou Yi nodded.

As Zhou Yi's words fell, the room fell silent.

Chen Guodong's expression shifted from shock to confusion, and finally settled into a hint of pity as he sighed and said:

"Ah, Xiao Zhou, you could have been bolder. Forget ten thousand yuan—even a thousand billion or ten trillion, the nation could provide..."

"Here, I'll transfer you a billion first. Spend it for now, and if it's not enough, I'll apply for more."

After all, Zhou Yi was now a national hero, and the country would rely on him to keep clearing dungeons.

The rewards from each dungeon run brought enormous benefits to the entire nation—far beyond what money could measure.

Last time's ten percent boost to the national physique was undoubtedly a huge advantage for the country.

"Alright, thank you, Director Chen." Zhou Yi quickly expressed his gratitude upon hearing this.

"We're the ones who should be thanking you. You clear dungeons for the nation, so the nation naturally won't shortchange you. Whether it's money or anything else, if you have a need, we'll do our utmost to help!" Director Chen said again.

"This Humble One has drifted through half a life, only regretting never meeting a worthy master. If you do not reject me, I wish to pledge myself as your adopted son!" Hearing this, Zhou Yi immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.

"No need, no need..." Director Chen quickly helped him up.