Zhao Chi recognized the two bottles of red wine. They were spoils he had taken from Zhao Ji.
He had been saving them and had never gotten around to drinking them.
Zhao Chi was suddenly overcome with emotion.
Zhao Ji had been dead for many days, yet he was still reaping the benefits.
And Zhao Ji was just an Ordinary noble.
Now, the Alien Race had all the nobles surrounded, slowly devouring them.
He couldn't imagine how many Supplies the Alien Race would acquire.
It had to be worth trillions, at the very least.
If they managed to seize the nobles' assets, the Alien Race would grow terrifyingly powerful.
'How did things get to this point?'
"My Lord, are you spacing out again?"
Gu Qing's gentle voice pulled Zhao Chi back from his thoughts.
"Mm… so I should take these two bottles of wine?"
