"Mr. Du, that was awesome! You even crashed the simulation field, so cool," Gao Ming affectionately slung his arm around Duge's shoulder and excitedly shook him back and forth, "Why the long face? I get it—the sudden end of the simulation field messed with your spiritual power farming, right? Still, there were more than two hundred people left in there, and if you took 10 points from each, you could have gotten at least another 2000 spiritual power. Damn simulation field, why did it have to shut down all of a sudden!"
He was originally happy, but after mumbling to himself for a bit, his mood suddenly dropped, looking as frustrated as if he had missed out on a billion dollars.
Duge forced a smile, think what you want!
