Understanding what she meant, the old cat nodded and jokingly said, "But J, you're kind of taking advantage of the situation."
If Thomas Skin knew, he'd probably vomit blood from anger.
J has taken at least hundreds of billions from him over time. Tsk, just thinking about his darkened face is amusing.
"He gets what he deserves."
Claire Green lazily stretched out her legs, draped her arms over the sofa, letting her hand dangle naturally, her voice indifferent.
"Alright, I'll pass on the message for you," the old cat's eyes glinted with mischief, clearly looking to stir things up.
However.
Suddenly thinking of something, his face turned serious in a second, "Is Nether Lord alone enough? Once the news of you participating in the competition gets out, people everywhere will have their eyes on the game venue.
