250 It Is, Then

As Mu Chen spoke, his finger kept poking at Dragon's chest. Dragon wore a smile as if he had heard nothing at all, remaining completely silent.

Ivankov and the others watching the show were dumbfounded. They had finally witnessed someone cursing out their leader—and Dragon did not even talk back. Quit giving me that damn grin. If you won't pay me, at least give me something, or I'll die right here.

Though Dragon was somewhat embarrassed, he had no intention of letting a talent like Mu Chen slip away. So what if he got cursed out?

It was not like he would lose a piece of flesh over it.

As for what treatment Mu Chen wanted, Dragon genuinely gave it some thought. But after thinking it over and over, he really had nothing worthwhile to offer.

Dragon smiled awkwardly and pointed at Ivankov and the others who were watching. The next second, Ivankov's group sensed that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, Dragon revealed a sleazy grin. "What other benefits does Mu Chen need? He's now the second-in-command of our Revolutionary Army. Kuma, Ivankov, and the rest are all his subordinates. He can use them however he wants. How about that? That's generous enough, right? Think how impressive it'll be when he goes out to fight with such an entourage!"

After Dragon said that, Ivankov and the others watching the show looked like idiots. They stared at one another in utter confusion.

So Dragon could not offer Mu Chen anything himself, and instead sold them off to Mu Chen like slaves. Their hearts were filled with disdain for Dragon.

"Tch, Dragon really knows how to give gifts. Damn, did he just give us away?"

Ivankov, always blunt and straightforward, showed his leader no respect as he mocked him