Pretending?
Still pretending?
The Collector put on a blank expression.
Su Ming had seen every bit of his sneaky attempt to collect his energy spectrum.
Su Ming had been wondering where to get the Guardian Corps' first sponsorship, but he had suddenly found his answer.
"Mr. Tivan, please sponsor the Guardian Corps' uniforms and spacecraft."
The unnamed spacecraft Su Ming summoned was powerful, but it did not last.
It was the kind of pain every man understood...
If he really let his brothers ride summoned spacecraft, they could be thrown into space and frozen solid at any moment.
A total wipeout could happen in minutes.
So, the first fleece to be sheared would be you—the Collector, Tivan.
"I mean, I thought I had already shown enough sincerity. Those fine wines..."
Tivan instinctively tried to refuse, but when he looked toward the corner, he could not finish the rest of his sentence.
Had they drunk the wine or not?
Why were all the barrels still sitting there untouched?
Damn it!
Seeing Tivan hesitate, Su Ming stepped two paces closer and said quietly,
"Mr. Tivan, you still haven't retrieved the newborn consciousness, yet you've collected quite a lot from me...
Surely you have to give me some kind of explanation..."
Panic flashed across Tivan's face.
"I was discovered? When..."
Looking into Su Ming's vaguely threatening eyes, Tivan suddenly remembered that his immortality seemed as fragile as a sheet of paper before this man's methods.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
Anyone who loved collecting understood that the thrill lay in acquiring things, not giving them away.
Tivan was practically a miser. Even when he brought out wine from his collection, he picked only the highest-proof bottles.
Let alone equipping such a large team.
Uniforms... and spacecraft...
He looked at the vast