800,000 Spirit Points! (1)

The guards were called away. Some Descenders saw an opportunity and immediately rushed over to use the Doomsday Roulette.

50 Spirit Points was not a lot, but no one wanted to be exploited.

The Thousand Rivers Guild members were intimidated by Wang Chen's might and could only watch helplessly.

In the factory, Zhao Qianhe had just returned to his lair, but he had no time to rest when Jin Wei, who had reported the news, rushed over.

"Where is the president? I want to see the president, I want to see the president!" Jin Wei shouted loudly. He was sweating profusely and looked terrified.

The old guard said disdainfully, "Newcomer, what are you shouting for? Who is the president? Do you think you can meet him just because you want to?"

"Get out of the way! I really have something urgent to tell him!" Jin Wei roared.

The guard sneered, "The president has just returned from hunting. He needs to rest! Let's talk about it tomorrow!"