"An Origin lifeform can only live a maximum of 100,000 years. We can't waste it," Redmond said.
Xu Jingming nodded.
"However, this old man treats you really well. He gave you Primordial Battle Armor #9," Blacksky remarked. "Let's go. Time to hand you the battle armor and spaceship."
"I'll be making a move." Deputy Dean Redmond smiled and said, "Primordial Battle Armor #9 is ranked ninth; it's obvious how much importance the dean values you. Cherish this battle armor."
"Thank you, Deputy Dean." Xu Jingming then watched the other party leave.
…
A spaceship advanced in the darkness.
"Sir, how should we deal with this investment loss?" a woman asked respectfully.
Tejano sat in a chair and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Do they think I'm a fool? To lose 300 billion cosmic dollars just like that? Use the excuse of the heavy losses incurred to fire my brothers and the others."
"Fire?" The woman was stunned. "Sir, are you sure?"
