People did not share the same joys and sorrows.
When someone was miserable, someone else was happy.
Sometimes, joy and sorrow were separated by nothing more than a pane of glass.
Hu Chan lounged against the back of his seat, toying with several pieces of Blood Moon Spider disc carapace. Watching Chu Baxing's bedraggled state, he made no attempt to hide his gloating smile.
"President Qin makes his living through skill. What are you getting worked up for? You only have yourself to blame for being too weak to kill even a Phantom Mantis."
Chu Baxing gritted his teeth. "The Phantom Mantis is insanely fast, and its weak point is tiny! Without Qin Siyang's special movement skill, who could beat it? Could you? You couldn't even beat me!"
Hu Chan gave a soft snort. "At least I didn't trouble President Qin to lend a hand!"
"He didn't even use his hands! He kicked it once and charged me three hundred bottles of Sequence Potion!"
"That's still President Qin's skill!"
As Qin Siyang operated the Drill Pod, he silently listened to the two clowns arguing furiously beside him, not bothering to interrupt.
As long as I'm strong enough, there'll always be lackeys to argue for me.
Still, Qin Siyang did not take Hu Chan's flattery to heart.
He had nothing but disdain for support Hu Chan offered purely to oppose Chu Baxing.
Celebrating before the game was over, however, was never a good habit.
What went around came around.
Even Hu Chan would never have imagined that karma would strike so soon.
Three hours later, Hu Chan eagerly headed toward an area where over a dozen god signatures had been detected. He had thought his luck was off the charts and that he might run into the extremely rare Blood Moon