Childish, but I Like It!

"Father Goudan, do you have the authority to freely enter and exit the Wielder's small black room?" Song Shuhang asked.

If he really had such authority, then it would be incredibly valuable!

As long as they didn't encounter a special existence like Senior White, who could come and go freely in the Wielder's small black room, once the enemy was locked inside, even the very source of their existence would be cut off. Not only would they be unable to get out, but people outside would also forget about them. Even rescue efforts would be futile.

And as long as there were enough customers in the Wielder's small black room, it would be a huge fortune!

In an instant, Song Shuhang's mind conjured dozens of ways to make money, including bail money, reform-through-labor compensation, and special communication fees for contacting the outside world.

He had even thought about how to cooperate with Father Goudan and drafted a contract.