An Zhifeng's words brightened the eyes of several people. In fact, they had already been thoroughly suppressed by the imposing attitude of the Thirteen Blood Generals; even if An Zhifeng hadn't offered them money, they would have dutifully carried out the tasks. However, the unexpected windfall certainly heightened their enthusiasm.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I guarantee it'll be done beautifully! But big brother, I do have a suggestion. We should proceed step by step. If a large number of sham internet troops suddenly appeared, it might tip others off, and we'd lose more than we'd gain," one of the men suggested.
Upon hearing this, An Zhifeng turned his head and glanced at An Yiqing without leaving a trace. After receiving her confirming gaze, he nodded in agreement.
