Zhao Jing was thrilled when Chen Luo actually agreed to protect him.
Although he had only just arrived in the Divine Capital, he had seen and heard firsthand how badass Dawn City was.
Every local big shot considered it an honor to be on friendly terms with Chen Luo.
After some thought, Zhao Jing asked sheepishly, "Leader Chen, could you give me some food? We've run out."
It wasn't that Zhao Jing was pushing his luck. They really had nothing left.
They weren't strong enough to rob anyone else, either.
All he could do was muster his courage and try asking Chen Luo.
Chen Luo glanced at him, practically bursting with happiness, and said,
"Sure. Chen Guang, take twenty tons of rice and escort it to Little Zhao's base."
After a moment's thought, Chen Luo added, "Give them a ton of potatoes, too."
He had to give them a little extra, or his conscience would sting over taking this King-Rank Crystal.
These supplies were truly nothing to Chen Luo. Besides, he had another purpose in mind.
Having promised Zhao Jing his protection, Chen Luo couldn't let him live too miserably. Just look at his people outside: every one of them was sallow-faced and severely malnourished.
How embarrassing would it be if word got out?
The people under his protection were living like beggars?
Chen Luo also planned to make an example of Zhao Jing. Wasn't there another gathering in a few days? He could have Zhao Jing act as a shill.
Offer your good stuff to Leader Chen, and he would never let you lose out.
Zhao Jing was so excited that he could barely speak coherently. "That's too much, far too much! Two tons of rice would be enough."
Chen Luo smiled, found a vehicle, and took the King-Rank