The volume increased.
Everyone heard it.
The cultivators who had entered the fourth floor couldn't help but glance over, their eyes filled with killing intent.
There were no rules in Maknum.
In broad daylight, people would kill and steal treasures.
At the same time, Lucian Cross and the other two also looked over and frowned.
However, when Lucian shifted his gaze, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Braydon Neal, dressed in white, was standing there.
"Commander!" Marlowe Spears said in a low voice.
Lucian noticed him too. "Don't act rashly," he said solemnly. "The commander has his reasons for coming."
"Yes, sir!" The three of them remained still.
Damian Fowler's eyes were filled with killing intent. "No one will care if I kill the two of you here. I'll take 30%, and you can split the rest. Otherwise, I don't mind taking everything."
