"Brother, I have a batch of antimatter materials and weapons, an impressive quantity, which you can't buy even if you have the money. As long as you can get me out, they're all yours."
"You have the wrong person."
Su Mo's face twitched continuously.
"If you think it's not enough, I can sell myself to you, I'll do whatever you want."
The man said through gritted teeth.
"It's not about the price."
Su Mo was about to cough up blood, endlessly explaining.
But it was useless; they were simply relentless. A sickly youth, coughing constantly, silently approached Su Mo's side.
"As long as you can save me, I can tell you about an ancient ruin filled with unimaginable treasures."
"I'm truly sorry, but you've really got the wrong person."
Su Mo replied until his mouth became dry.
The more Su Mo said this, the more they believed he was capable, becoming increasingly impatient to find him.
They were going crazy in this damned place.
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