Tang Zheng had no idea about the misery of Agate Man, who had effortlessly exterminated Third-order Arthur yesterday. It was already quite impressive that he didn't immediately flee in fear.
"Give me six hundred Natives, and I'll have exactly one thousand!" Seeing that Agate Man was about to speak, Tang Zheng made a silencing gesture, "No more nonsense, or I'll take them all."
The muscular man's lips quivered a few times, but he ultimately didn't dare to shout any further atrocities. Tang Zheng's reckless slaying with a snap of his fingers had intimidated him.
"Shen Jiashu, are you awake? If you are, go and choose people." Tang Zheng glanced at the sky; it was time for these guys to get up, otherwise they're just wastes.
"Alright, Group Leader!" Showy Shen Jiashu levitated and drifted into the gathering area, instantly causing a fracas.
