"Then tell me, what is important?" Zhang Jie lowered his voice and asked plainly, a hint of killing intent hidden deep in his eyes—this guy named Sun Wukong was doomed!
"Since the Main God is real, have you, an experienced person who has gone through four missions, ever considered the purpose of the Main God?" Sun Wukong asked nonchalantly.
"I have thought about it. It's nothing more than a manipulation to play with us, making us struggle continuously in horror films for its amusement." Zhang Jie seemed to have no emotions, revealing a deep sorrow.
"Is that so?" Sun Wukong nodded slightly, then continued, "Then why didn't you kill that shouting thug earlier? It's clear that you are much colder than Zheng Zha, lacking empathy. To make an example, breaking someone's arm shouldn't be the only action."
"Killing teammates will result in point deductions by the Main God. If the points are insufficient, you will be erased." Zheng Zha stood up and spoke.
