"I don't care, squirrels are mice too, artificial sweeteners are sugar too, anything with sugar in its name is my territory!"
The Demon Race collecting the protection fee said arrogantly.
And they snatched a pound of artificial sweetener from Rosen's side, no, accurately speaking, four pounds since there were four people with Rosen.
Whether it's a pound per person or one pound each, a total of four pounds protection fee must be handed over.
"What should we do? We haven't even started operating and we've already lost four pounds of artificial sweetener. The cost of these four pounds of materials, plus the milling cost, consumed five hundred calories for me, equivalent to several big bags of peanuts, just thinking about it makes me hungry." Meng Die said feeling quite unfortunate.
