In the room.
Jack scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Most of these people are spies sent by other forces. Why did you ask them to buy so many scrolls? Will it be easier to kill you later? Besides, why are they listening to you?"
In Jack's opinion, these people were already future enemies. Wasn't McRae courting death now?
McRae moved his wrist slightly and smiled. "It's alright. There's no way to PK in the mission map. If they want to attack me, they'll have to wait until I finish the mission."
When McRae said this, he paused and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
The next moment.
He didn't hesitate and continued, "Besides, these rich people have sent their trump cards to me personally. If I don't make good use of them, I'll be letting down their good intentions."
But then again…
McRae wasn't too worried about this.
Because to him, those old foxes hiding in the dark and scheming were just so-so.
