"Forget it. If he dies, he dies," Zhao Chi told her telepathically. "Anyway, he's just a vassal Hero with nothing good on him. Just make sure Xiao Ning doesn't die."
"Rest assured, I'll loot her entirely," Gu Qing replied. "I won't even leave her underwear behind; I'll bring everything to you."
"Don't gross me out."
"I'm just exaggerating a bit."
"Continue," Zhao Chi ordered.
Gu Qing turned her head, looking at the 120 shivering enemy soldiers. These were all Tier Two Soldiers. Selling them would probably fetch a good amount of money, but unfortunately, they couldn't be allowed to leave alive. At least not while the Alien Race ruled—absolutely none of them could be spared. Since they couldn't be sold and were of no use, they held no meaning to Zhao Chi. Moreover, killing them would yield more experience.
Zhao Chi was not bloodthirsty. But sometimes, necessary slaughter was just an unavoidable means of self-defense.
"Attack!" Gu Qing swung her saber.
