"It's not possible yet, you are the cash cow of the headquarters, and without you on the battlefield, the company would lose a lot of income." Bai Long was not surprised by Duge's choice and snapped his fingers.
A glass of red wine appeared out of thin air in his palm, which he passed to Duge, and then filled one for himself, chuckling, "Duge, I don't care if you are a native of Qiyuan Star or the incarnation of some planetary will. You really surprised me. Over the years, you are the only Alien Warrior who has single-handedly disrupted all the company's plans..."
Duge smiled and lifted his glass, downing it in one gulp.
Once, this glass of red wine had increased his spiritual power by 30,000. Now, the spiritual power added by the red wine was just the icing on the cake, barely significant for him.
"How much is your spiritual power now?" Bai Long asked.
"100 billion," Duge answered.
