"Menglong, what kind of grudge do you guys have? They actually sent 60 fighter jets to take you down?"
"I'm really speechless too, it's not like I earned them 45 trillion US dollars, right? Was that really necessary?" Zhang Menglong shrugged his shoulders, "And it's not like I actively went after that money, they tried to show off and it backfired on them. Is it my fault?"
"45 trillion..." Lu Yiyao's senior sisters twitched at the corner of their mouths.
In this society, sometimes a few thousand or even a few hundred bucks can drive people to take risks; in those war-torn countries, a few million dollars can find you a bunch of desperadoes willing to risk their lives for you.
Without 45 trillion, can you say they wouldn't rack their brains to take you out?
But now it seems that these people don't have the ability to kill Zhang Menglong.
"Deactivate the AT field, increase the distribution of GN particles, expand the GN shield!" Zhang Menglong named these unintelligible terms.
