"I don't like hitting women. Surrender!" A level-seventeen powerhouse was already considered a peak figure in a technological civilization. Although the power levels of a level-four civilization ranged from fifteen to twenty, the peak powerhouses of technological civilizations were clearly weaker than those of magical, immortal cultivation, or biological civilizations. This could be seen from the fact that Aosimeng, who had only reached level sixteen after putting on his Battle Armor, was able to serve as Carlvi's legion commander.
Avril stared fixedly at the man. Though he also had technological civilization equipment on him, his true combat strength probably relied on himself.
"You don't hit women? Heh heh, then why don't you let us go..." Farol said with a sly grin.
The powerhouse immediately looked at Farol as though he were an idiot. Farol gave an awkward laugh and muttered, "What's so great about being level seventeen? Without a sense of humor, you're still just a blockhead..."
Avril stepped forward and stood in front of everyone. "Claudia, take them toward My Emperor and tell him what's happening here. I'll hold him off!"
Suppressing the pain from his injuries, Farol said softly, "Girl, this old man appreciates your kindness, but even if I, Farol, am not particularly strong, I haven't fallen so low that I need to hide behind a little girl!"
Avril turned her head toward him. "Fine. When we get back, you can give My Emperor one million energy blocks. That'll be your payment for me saving your life this time..."
Farol's mouth fell open. "That brat Ye Luo is greedy enough already. Who would've thought you'd be even greedier? Alvin only gave us five million in commission for taking down a level-three civilization, yet you want one million just for saving my life..."
The corner of Avril's lips