'So that's how he gained a development speed that could crush everyone else!'
No wonder the Dragon King, Greed, and their dozen or so allies were completely wiped out...
At that thought, Liu Feng reached for the glass on the table and drained the strong liquor in a single gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Then, he turned to the smoke-wreathed Zhou Kehua beside him and asked in a low voice,
"Alright."
"I understand."
"So, what's your plan now?"
"Are you going to have all of us give up on this round of the Lord Game?"
A contemptuous smile touched Zhou Kehua's lips.
"Give up?"
"Why would we give up?"
"I've said it before, Long Qitian's cowardly, cautious playstyle made him completely unworthy of being an Evil God Player!"
"If he had just obediently followed my commands, he'd be like me right now—a 1-star Extraordinary Lord, wielding enough power to crush any Mortal Legion!"
