Help?
Chen Luo needed their help?
Mu Hong unconsciously switched to a respectful tone. "Please, go ahead."
Mu Hong believed what Chen Luo had said: everything was to survive Doomsday. What else could it be?
A struggle for supremacy?
Pfft. Even all of them together would not stand a chance against Chen Luo. He could have wiped them out with a wave of his hand, yet he had not.
Chen Luo smiled. "I'll need quite a lot of people. You'll find out soon enough."
"For now, let's treat everyone to something."
The Oilheads and Brown Bears had been completely wiped out, while the Dragon Nation had also lost tens of thousands of people.
Chen Luo felt it was only right to bring out some food to reward these survivors who had stepped forward at a critical moment.
Besides, he needed their help. He could consider it treating them to a meal.
Chen Luo said, "Just tell them I'm treating everyone to something good."
Well, Chen Luo brought out a thousand tons of rice, allowing four or five jin per person.
Only a staple, with no side dishes?
They should still be satisfied.
Now Mu Hong and the others truly looked at Chen Luo as though he were a monster.
Not only did he have so many supplies, but his ability space was enormous too.
The rice was distributed, and no one dared snatch any. Meanwhile, they cleaned up the battlefield and picked out the level-seven fighters among the Oilheads and Brown Bears.
There were definitely over ten thousand at level seven. Giant Tree would have enough food.
As for the crystals, Chen Luo only wanted five thousand. He did not care about the rest.
The others had contributed too, and Chen Luo did not think much of level-seven crystals anyway.