Staring at Wang Mang's expressionless cheek, the eyes of the onlookers couldn't help but show a hint of fury.
Just as they were about to seize the antelope, someone suddenly wanted to cut in.
No one could easily accept such a situation.
For a moment, among the dozen or so people, a young man clad in armor approached Wang Mang and saluted with cupped hands, saying,
"All under heaven are brothers. How about making a friend, Fellow Daoist?"
"At that time, you will surely have a share of the points from this antelope."
His words were filled with sincerity, and his amiable and refined tone gave one a sense of being refreshed like a spring breeze.
If it were an ordinary person, they might have really gone along with it.
After all, obtaining points without any effort was undoubtedly like manna from heaven.
However, Wang Mang was clearly not one of those people.
Wang Mang slightly furrowed his brow and said impatiently,
"I'm telling you for the last time, get lost now."
