Feixiao called Feihuang over and had it open its mouth, spitting out something that looked like both a scroll and a talisman. With a pained expression, she spread it across the desk. Russell stepped forward and saw that it was a contract.
"Being harsh on our own people while being friendly to outsiders isn't Yaoguang's style."
"A total of thirty-one resource planets... all of them were horribly unlucky, wiped out to extinction by the Legion and the previous Abundance people. These were supposed to be handed over to the company. Forget the discount. Trade them for three Chakra Fruits. As for the other one, consider it compensation for using your photo."
She completely refused the discount proposal. Though the pain on her face was visible to the naked eye, her words were full of boldness.
"Deal."
Russell swiftly grabbed her hand, his expression cordial.
Feixiao really was a good woman.
She came running whenever he called for a fight, paid generously, and loved filling the space around him with foxes. Other than being poor and somewhat behind the current meta lately, making her seem weak, she was practically flawless.
"What a pity. There's no room for appreciation."
Russell sighed inwardly. If everyone he met were like Feixiao, paying promptly and fighting promptly, how wonderful would that be?
No, Feixiao still has room for appreciation.
To his immense surprise, the Prompt Device issued an incredibly intense alert.
Room for appreciation?
With the numbers inflated to this version already, did Feixiao, an original Emissary of The Hunt carry, still have room to grow?
Russell froze.
Could Feixiao possibly ascend straight to the Iron Throne next?
His thoughts churned wildly, and he could not help asking the Prompt Device.
"What's going on?"
Log into that group with Tet, and you'll know.
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