When everyone heard the reckless things he was saying, their hands stopped as they turned to look at him.
"Great idea!" said Miao Yi, clapping his hand on his thigh. Sikong Wuwei's eyes instantly brightened. Zhao Fei and the rest were staring at Miao Yi in disbelief, thinking—'You can't be serious, right? We all know how measly our strength is. Our ultimate goal isn't to make a fortune, nor are we aiming to be the top one hundred survivors. We just want to stay alive as long as we can.'
Then, Miao Yi pointed at Sikong Wuwei and hollered, "Sikong Wuwei. We will give you our full support. Go ahead and do it. You can go alone, and we won't take anything you manage to plunder. You can keep it yourself. If you die, we will definitely avenge you when we get the chance."
"Uh…" Sikong Wuwei was dumbfounded. He gave a dry laugh, then kept his mouth shut and ceased his delusions.
