That utterly ordinary sentence was a bolt from the blue to Golden Sheep, whose soul had manifested before them.
Privately selling intelligence and information about spatial tunnels was, among the Moon Wolves, punished by the cruelest torture.
Clearly, in those few seconds just now, Li Ziran had read all his memories. With his dirty secrets exposed, his bandit-like aura had utterly vanished. In an instant, he became obsequious. "Li Ziran, what kind of person are you? Why would you take a small fry like me seriously? Even if you hadn't searched my memories, if you had any questions, all you needed to do was reveal your identity, and I would have told you everything honestly."
This abrupt change in attitude left Snow, standing nearby, stunned. Even if someone beat her to death, she would never have imagined that the ruler of Green Grass Isle would be this sort of person.
Li Ziran had expected that expression. No organization would tolerate scum like this, who secretly skimmed oil for himself. To put it politely, he was trash. But Li Ziran knew one thing best: trash like this was often rich enough to drip with oil.
Li Ziran did not care much about Void Coins. What he wanted to uncover was the specific information regarding the eight chains.
Currency only had value in circulation; in itself, it was worthless.
If this had been before, he would not have been so urgent. But from this bastard's memories concerning the Red Soil Continent, it was clear that this continent was already riddled with holes.
Under normal circumstances, there could never be cracks in a continent's tides. Yet the hundreds of thousands of cracks before them proved that this continent could be destroyed at any moment.
He did not know how it would be destroyed,