Fang Cheng paid no heed to the calls of the players.
"I'm not interested in money, so please stop insulting me with it, thanks."
Compared to that, the sight of you all falling over each other in your eagerness to get tickets to the Zombie Laboratory, unable to stop even if you wanted to, brings me much more joy.
Although I know that the players will definitely succeed in the end, making them suffer a bit more and feel their own pain isn't such a bad thing.
Having adjusted his mood, Fang Cheng began to think about the problems that lay ahead.
First of all, there was the issue of his mother.
Even though she had been contaminated, there was still much in her that was worth sifting through.
He had handed this part of the intelligence over to Zhiyi Heavenly Lord who had his own ways of handling it, and Fang Cheng believed he could extract much of use from it.
As for himself, he needed to think about what his next game should be.
